Bit by bit, and piece by piece it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least. A growing need for apologies, but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees. It's better now you don't come back to me, let it be known I'm a liar and a thief. What I stole is in what I've said. It's a shame our books been closed because it's words have been bled. Inch by inch, a foot to feet, a growing gap, and the miles between. A single lie becomes a beast. It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least. Breathing deep, lying awake too alone to sleep. It's in my mind and in my head. There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.