Seriously. I'm sorry. ...]

From Smitten today:


The Chain - Ingrid Michaelson

The sky looks pissed.
The wind talks back.
The bones are shifting in my skin
and you, my love, are gone.

My room seems wrong.
The bed won't fit.
I can not seem to operate
and you, my love, are gone.

So glide away on soapy heels
and promise not to promise anymore
and if you come around again
then I will take, then I will take
the chain from off the door.

I'll never say, I'll never love.
but I don't say a lot of things
and you, my love, are gone.