breaking

there is self loathing love abound
there is little to do and little to say
and leaves and snowflakes on the ground

your breaking heart does not make a sound
I think I could be better for you another day
there is self loathing love abound

I am looking to be lost and you to be found
It is cold here with the breeze coming off of the bay
and leaves and snowflakes on the ground

our words only circle and confound
we can't say what we want to say
there is self loathing love abound

neither of us dares to expound
there are prices here we cannot pay
and leaves and snowflakes on the ground

before you're out of sight, I turn around
you look at your feet, or the other way
there is self loathing love abound
and leaves and snow flakes on the ground