Oh my, my love,
I always spoke too much!
I felt too much;
I thought too much;
And you, my dear,
I loved too much.
Inside me now wages a drought;
When you pour too much,
It all spills out.
All that's left is the perfect amount,
The humblest dose of perfect doubt.
My mouth that used to say too much
Now has been thoroughly stitched up.
And my feelings stay locked in,
Am I better now than then?
I would ask you but I'm quite silent,
Indifference ate what once was violent.
For your weak words I wouldn't rest,
Now, my dear, I could not care less.