Return

Let me go again, let me go right back to the beginning, where we could still tell each other we loved each other, rebound after rebound. And so I listen to this song and realise what words I've substituted and inserted, and feel like I did back when I was in love. Why do they all ask me of him, ask me of my future? Why do they all expect me to love, when it is one of the last things I wish? Why do they all expect me to be volatile, to be passionate when I do not know any other guy worth knowing, have no desire to befriend any other at all? I am too tired, too bewildered still. There is nothing more I can do for now, except wallow in the aftertaste of a kiss stolen from my very own lips.