Consume by Terrorist of the Heart Lyrics

Anyways

There's nothing left for you
All the things left in my room don't consume me
For all the ways that i choose to love you
Does this suit you?
And so i don't waste my time with all of the things i could have done
With all of the spaces that we run
Was there anything left?
Was there something we could have done that doesn't just end in pure speculation?
Well i don't think we'll know and chances are we never will
And that's okay cause i guess i'll keep on trying for tomorrow

Anyways