The Brilliant Dance- Dashboard

So you buried all your lover's clothes
and burned the letters Lover wrote,
but it doesn't make it any better.
Does it make it any better?

And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.

So this is strange;
our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all.

And the picture frames are facing down,
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task,
and thinking's just too much to ask,
and you're measuring your minutes
by a clock that's blinking eights.

This is incredible,
starving,
insatiable.
Yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well, weren't we all once
before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.