Way Down

Some say the cost of love,

is a vacuum.

They could be right,

They could be wrong. 

But as I run across, 

the whole city.

I can only wonder,

if the cost is enough?

The cost could be cheap,

if you're a cheapskate.

But I don’t expect,

anything more from you. 

As you run around,

making accusations.

They could be right,

but they are wrong. 

Way down, 

where the wave’s wave back.

Way down,

where the vacuum sits.

Way down,

where the black hole consumes all,

with your heart. 

Well I don’t need you,

or your pretentious tone.

Well I don’t need you,

or your engagements.

Well I don’t ned you,

and the wreck you live in.

Maybe its time to leave. 

Way down,

where the animals play.

Way down,

where you reside.

Way down,

where the black hole consumes all,

with your heart. 

Remember me