The Art of Detaching One's Heart

Words roaming inside my chest

‘Cause my fucked up head -

It belongs to you

Lost in space we flew astray

I’ll find my way to get to you

I-I-I thought we were happy

I-I-I fell out of love

It’s not like before

Hearts may change, but memories won’t

You know I don’t -

Don’t want to go

I-I-I thought we were happy

I-I-I fell out of love

It’s not like before

May we meet once more

Was I dreaming of the design of love?

if we keep this up, will we self-destruct?