heartbreak in victoria city

You know there's something strange when your heart feels so hopelessly broken that the only thing you can think about is what a strangely different hurt it is from other heartbreaks. Not the deep, through your core, "I-can't-get-out-of-bed-or-breathe-or-live-ever-again", but more of a barbed hurt, where my heart is caught in thorns or a barbed wire and every move makes them cut more, and a sharp scratch all over.

That's probably actually a good sign in some senses. Cuz I'm okay right now. If I just don't think about it.

Well sooner or later this cold
it's gonna break
so our hands will be warm again,
but all I want is not to need you now.