Swedish June

(I made the wrong call and this is the result)

In this cold Swedish June, I crumble
I'm not ready to walk out the door
You said "Fuck this city, let's go...
"But you gotta be ready for what's to come"

So we went on our way, without regrets
How many times does it take to care about loss?
It doesn't really matter anymore, my dear
This is as good as it gets

If I could, I'd burn the stone you're laying on
If I could, I'd stop the turning wheels in motion
But is this how I am destroyed?

Left the room, left you alone
Thinking I was ready to move on
Then I noticed you had left me
And the feeling of loneliness is something else