A Salesman's Guide to Non-Existence

Leave without a trace. Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Time to go. I’m not playing. The fiction is a love that’s built to outlast everything. Time to go. Woah.
No carving my name in your cherry tree. So go on, get your “good time” in.
Darling, I didn't come all this way just to sell you something.
Nothing grows here in the cold. What you see is just a dream and don’t. Whatever you do to me, just hold on. No. Whatever you, you do to me.
Feeling your heart tempting me. The fear of letting go of it occupies the space. So tired of being alone. So tired of this place. No carving my name in your cherry tree. So much for your good timing.
Darling, I didn't come all this way just to sell you something.
Nothing grows here in the cold. What you see is just a dream and don’t. Whatever you do to me, just hold on. No. Whatever you, you do to me.
Only thing about your love that’s wrong is timing.
Everything about your love is wrong timing.
Choke on the memory now. Choke on the memory now. Now.
Darling I didn’t come all this way just to give in.
Nothing grows here in the cold. What you see is just a dream and don’t. Whatever you do to me, just hold on. No. Whatever you, you do to me. No, no, no, yeah.