You and I don't match
My cliche of lover
Has followed me all the way home
And still you won't follow suit
Just like the rain follows you
And you find it hard to
To breathe in deep
It's stuck in my throat
I feel it in my sleep
Waiting for better times,
That you have promised
Never have been worse before
The faiththe hopethat we will make progress
Don't let me go before you
Our hearts were true
We opened up