IT'S THE TEARING SOUND OF LOVE-NOTES COMING OUT THESE RUSTED WINDOWS AND THE VIEW OUTSIDE IS STERILE AND I'M ONLY TWO CUBES DOWN A PHOTOCOPY ALL THE THINGS THAT WE COULD BE IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO NOTICE ME BUT YOU CAN'T NOW, I DON'T BLAME YOU AND IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THAT NO ONE EVER DOES