Distant Misery

When walking on the ceiling becomes routine,
When bars on the door make you feel free.

When bicycle chains run the complete wrong way,
When life gives you lemons for sour lemonade.

When days melt into years and you haven't been living,
When he's there to hold your hand but decides to stop giving.

When you realize you're alone on the marble counter top,
When no one's there to stroke your hair or make the tears stop.

When he's walking down the street and looks the other way,
When you realize you were nothing but 'fun' for a day.

When walking on the ceiling becomes routine,
When love became nothing but a distant misery.