We're Bombing Out

We're bombing out baby And I thought that maybe Oh, but it's messing with my brain It's messing with my brain I do not feel the same There's nothing left No flame And I know I'm so critical One reason we're over I'm not one for getting too close Well, how about another Your hands were too clammy to hold We're bombing out. I know You don't care about me anymore You look at me like I shouldn't have been born You don't care about me anymore Sometimes it looks like you think I hate you too And I know I'm so critical I have feelings of regret I didn't want it to end My imagination isn't working How can I repress all of this hurting?