What’s the point of these useless rhymes
making their way to that yellow cab
that restlessly drove you to the city of lights?
What’s the point of these bright white walls?
If you let the yellow paint out to dry
just to paint me blue with that other can.
Why is it true that it was all a lie?
If I gave you all, even what I don’t have.
Why is it a lie that you told the truth?
If I carved a hole in your roof
So the stars and moon could shine right through.
How easy was it to leave when, to my heart, you had just arrived?
How hard was it to stay if my love was here for life?