Compass, Dresses, Lover; Gone

After All
Through my window pane
The sun spells out your name
I hear trees from my lawn
Mockingly blaming me that you’re gone
 
I pour myself some wine
Only three hours before dinner time
I light a cigarette
Desperately needing to feel regret
 
It is not my fault you can’t feel after all
It is not my fault you can’t love after all
 
I watch the fingers I’ve
Made push you out of my life
The filthy finger tips
You once caressed with your cheating lips
 
It is not my fault you can’t feel after all
It is not my fault you can’t love
 
You have to realize that done is done
That when you feed yourself with lies
You’re too full to run
 
But who am I to talk
To bore you with this weary monologue
Since you won’t walk with me
You’ll be the first of us to go free
 
It is not my fault you can’t feel after all
It is not my fault you can’t love after all

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