I hear the heart’s a lonely hunter
It takes a trick to divide
Don't underestimate the details
Don't mistake self-pity for pride
It takes time
It's alright
It’s a loss of intuition
The words you said to me
Now my minds a subdivision
Of who I used to be
Spent some time in a three-year city
Still a stranger in your arms
And you were a library of lost thoughts
And you had ice water eyes
And you came to love what I was not
But saw instead a man devised
It’s a lack of a sensation
Your eyes glossing over me
I’m not surprised at your frustration
I’m not the man you’d hoped to see