She has 10 dreamers more or less
Nitwit heads staring at their beds
I know I am one of them
I can’t make me understand
I ask myself: Why did I give up on you?
I was afraid of trying to
I asked me: Well, do I care?
But it seems for you there's no news in that

And with that warmy talk, you don't seem to be a heartbreaker
And now I know why storms are named after people
You fucked me up
Like you did to the ones before

What was I thinking about her?
One more step and I could get hurt
She was so special and a bit spleen
I was dumber than I have ever been

And with that pretty face, you don't seem to be a heartbreaker
And now I know why storms are named after people
You fucked me up
Like you did to the ones before

I am trying to forget something but I don't know what it is
I am beginning to think you were never here with me
I can't confront the reality
Well, I can do