It was only seconds to the freefall. I must admit these circumstances only confuse things. I fall in love to fall on my knees. It's just a matter of crying over lost causes. I become a political machine in your absence. Scouring every paper for injustices. The indices of every foreign language. Heartbroken once spoken. It's just another way of coping when I say I become a political machine in your absence. It's just another way of coping.
I feel like it's only the start of living when it's really the end. When everything falls into a little routine. I fell in love with you and now what do I do but play this little waiting game which by the time I've won, somebody else is there. I become a political machine in your absence. Scouring every paper for injustices. The indices of every foreign language. Heartbroken once spoken. It's just another way of coping when I say I become a political machine in your absence. It's just another way of coping.
A political machine in your absence. It's what was heartfelt. It's just another way of coping. Another form of disguise. Another secret to cover up with all the lies. Isn't that what you told me? A political machine in your absence. Because love wouldn't last much longer.
