My lust has turned to love.
It’s ‘cause you’ve been gone for months.
I can’t believe you said, “I’ll stay”, I said leave.
I have your photo as a bookmark now, so I hardly read.
And I let you get away.
Like when I lost my grip and the worm slipped down the drain.
And the people say, “Worms can’t feel pain”.
If it’s true, then I’m a worm like you.
So you’re back from across the sea.
And you’re safe but you’re not with me.
So I walk home, try to find our story.
It’s written out in nature’s words, only I can read.
And I let you get away.
Like when I lost my grip and the worm slipped down the drain.
And the people say, “Worms can’t feel pain”.
If it’s true, then I’m a worm like you.
I need to lay next to your skin.
I need you to leave him.