For me to bounce between love and resentment for you is no surprise. Bound, I'll thrash and pull away from your hold until I'm set loose again, all the while leaving you with gashes you won't forget or forgive. The worst part is that I know what'll happen, and will let it happen, damned the consequences.
I know it'll hurt you but there's not a lot I can do for your heart now. Goodbye to one love, hello to another.
Because now my head is filled with fresh cut grass and orange pulp air I can't help but let my heart gain a few inches back into my chest.
