Svo Hljott.

I'm having trouble (trouble, trouble)
Comprehending the reality of this situation
Of (our) situation.
You are speaking, sure
And I am listening, of course
But I am not
Hearing
Comprehending
Understanding
The words that are coming out of your
Mouth.

Let's kiss.

No, no. That would be an inappropriate suggestion to make
At this time
Since, apparently, our relationship is temporarily out of order
In desperate need of repairs
But I am missing my toolbox
I am missing what is necessary to get the job done.

I fear, I fear
I never had it at all.
Fear Fear Fear
Gripping me in a place outside of this place
Where we stand
An apartment that we used to call home
Which has suddenly
Very obviously, become a prison.
(What was our crime?)

I am rattling around in my body
In the place between hate and love
Where you have decisively picked a side
(Hate, hate, hate, hate)
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.
Not now
Not now
Not ever
Please.

You are speaking
Louder
Louder
Angry words
Reverberating off of the barren walls
That were once full of love
Where have the smiles gone
Where have the smiles gone
That were once captured within those photographs
That lined this prison
That was once a home?

They are trapped within boxes that will
Never see anything but the dust from the back
Of a closet full of memories
Full of places you don't want to go
Full of people you don't want to meet
But I am right here.
I am right here.

And you are gone.
Done with the words I was not hearing
Done with the things I was not comprehending
Things I will never be able to understand
Things I (was never) able to understand.

Understanding
Is lost on me
This situation
Is lost on me

And you are gone.