If I look at myself in a mirror, I resemble your bed a bit
Almost always unmade like when I'm there at home
Some friend must have bet on how long it would take me
To really leave, to manage to say goodbye to you for real

Because my dreams are much bigger than my heart
And your eyes are much bigger than your hunger
And I had to go even if I don't know where
And now you must be calling me a scoundrel
Because I couldn't give you a bit of love
I couldn't have done worse than this

And I'm terrified of your bed that there might already be someone else in it
That the effect of the drug I gave you has worn off
Lying on the floor, I count the damage I've done to you
I have an arrow in my chest, all the pain has returned to me

Because my eyes are much blinder than my heart
And I never managed to see love in it
I could tell you endlessly that I'm sorry
Until I strip the words of their meaning
And your eyes were bigger than your hunger
And I took away a bit of your appetite
Because I couldn't give you a bit of love
I couldn't have done worse than this

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