No More “I Love You’s”

I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woe-be-gone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh but now___
(I don't find myself bouncing home

[Refrão]
Whistling button-hole tunes
To make me cry)
No more "I love you's"
A language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting outside the words

[Próxima Parte]
(The lover speaks about the monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters
Oh but now___
(I don't find myself bouncing home

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