That us is now lost,

Somewhere in the winter frost.

Our domestic bliss dies,

Sorry, I'm bad at goodbyes.

We try to be polite, yet we collide!

We try staying close, no time to remorse

For things that will be left behind, unbind!

A spark flies, but I'm still bad at goodbyes.

Can't correct the past,

I know, I'm the reason for your disgust.

Then let me be the villain of your story,

Not all experiences have equal glory.