The more ... the less
The more I fall into myself ,
The less I fall into you
The more I think of my good old school days,
The less I think of you .
The more I embrace this silence that you left for me to die of ,
The less I embrace hallucinations of you .
The more I listen to the songs composed by the skies ,
The less I listen to our songs that we sang underneath the stars .
The more I drink my Indian tea my mother brews up for me ,
The less I drink my memories of you and me .
The more I fall into poetry ,
The less I fall into you .
The more I begin to love myself ,
The less I begin to love you.