He whispers in Dutch on my radar for trouble.
I'm drowning in hopes made of pink fragile bubbles.
His voice – a reminder of all that I need.
A flowery fire awaits to be freed.
I knew you were leaving before I was told.
Your arms were around me. Your kisses were cold.
My skin is so lonesome and craves a relief.
You're growing inside me – my infinite grief...
Inhaling deceptions – delusional art.
A misapprehension I’ll tear apart.
I knew you'd be gone in the blink of an eye –
a waste of my heart and a waste of my time.