Tons of little days like this
Where I draw you on shop windows
Walls all around me
Tons of little sweet words like those
That I'd carefully covered up
So you wouldn't suspect
That in the heap of nothing I hate
there's always tons and tons of you
You who leave and me who stay
You don't care at all
Tons of jaded looks
That still linger when I remember
That you didn't want to try
Tons of little broken awakenings
Where, without understanding, I let myself get caught
By the idea that you're sleeping next to me
Because in the heap of nothing I hate
there's always tons and tons of you
You who leave and me who stay
You don't care at all
Tons of seasons I've missed
Always looking for your spring
Yet lost forever
Tons of loves that could've lived
And I shut the door on them
After finding myself drunk
Because in the heap of nothing I hate
there's always tons and tons of you
You who leave and me who stay
You don't care at all
Tons of games that are only played
Only with you, only with you
I've got tons, tons of I love yous
Because in the heap of nothing I hate
there's always tons and tons of you
You who leave and me who stay
You don't care at all
Because in the heap of nothing I hate
there's always tons and tons of you
The heap of love I send you
You don't care at all