Clutter

I’m sorry, I can’t see the truth Past all the bliss that’s cluttering the room (That’s why we love how we do) I’m sorry, I can’t taste your kiss The way that lovers often do (Maybe I’m better without you) Another sweltering affair We tread where hearts refuse to dare And now our eyes are glazing over My shaking hands are turning pale The light casts pools of patience in your eyes Now tell me why I’ll be left behind I’m sorry, I can see the truth The bliss got sucked right out the room. I’ll start over without you. Another sweltering affair We tread where hearts refuse to dare And now our eyes are glazing over