Bullet Points

Don't you remember when we had the world reading off our page?
Ink impressions on the mind now adapted to the stage
Breaking hearts, saving lives,
so unashamed We never learnt to curb desire; fall in love again
But wait now, nothing can pull us apart
Or slow us down, we knew this was wrong from the start
So break down the bullet points and shoot them all around
My love, this time it's over
Grease on my fingers like your lips on my neck We
were paid to be together with every single cheque
You sink beneath my touch when a thought becomes a word
Every alphabet we write could be a gift or a curse
So burn down the sheets where we wrote down our dreams
And move on, what the fuck will I do with a screen?
So break down the bullet points and shoot them all around
My love, this time it's over If
playing by the rules doesn't get you anywhere