I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. Iām afraid to die in Statan Island, I canāt lie to you. But Iāll never say Iām sorry for knowing when I've been true. So say it like you mean it so I can forget that love isnāt alive here and buried in my chest. Say it like you mean it, but donāt do it for me. Forget this sense of urgency so I can sleep. Itās just a matter of time, so donāt hold on. I guess I never told you just how much I can do with my hands tied behind my back: just enough to hold my tongue long enough to know it hurts. You said: āYou said it yourself- āI wouldnāt miss me eitherāā. So I donāt feel a thing when I tell you itās over. Itās over.