You tried your luck away from me.
You talked with him, couldn’t let it be.
And I’ll be there, at the gates of hell,
But even there, I’d still be unwell.

I’ll see where you will want me to wait.
I'll grab the things I can stow on a plane.
You walk back home without me in the rain.
You grind your teeth on the keys to the train.

I derealize more every day.
I’m a watching a film, got nothing to say.
But you are crying too, and I can’t be mad.
‘Cause I see your tears, and the times we had.

I’ll see where you will want me to wait.
I'll grab the things I can stow on a plane.
You walk back home without me in the rain.
You grind your teeth on the keys to the train.