“These words mean nothing to me

I'm just sitting on a fence of how it used to be

These three words are aching,

Constrict them- suffocating

My mind is racing

With the picture I'm painting

And my belly's sick to it's stomach

When I remember all the times he was with you when you laid it down

You lay down next to me.

I don't know when I lost my mind

Maybe when I made you mine.”