Maria, I always thought something would point it out
But it was on just another ordinary day
I didn't know what I wanted
But I knew it wasn't here
In this city that drowns you
But, like fire, you needed to go
That November, I ran to your house
But I only found your letter and it said
Sorry, I can't love myself
And now I can't come back anymore
My house is in flames
To find out where I was
But it's not that I feel bad
I just don't feel anything
Sorry, I can't love myself