What is this?

This is love that I leave you standing where you are
because you don’t know what motivates me to walk out that door.
Silence is golden and im afraid my tongue is running out of things to say.
Speak in whispers for the screams can only carry so far.
Say the things that my mind has always wished to hear.
Pretty lady I fear the disputes that have gone unsettled
are burning the rope that holds this all together.
Dismantling is looking more like a plausibility than a nightmare.
Don’t you look at me un the ways that you used to.
Can’t you remember the times when I held you close
or when I looked in your eyes and told you I loved you?
Where was your heart in the times I felt love most?
It’s starting to look as if everything we’ve shared has been another monument to your soul. \
I’m not writing another love piece dedicated to our being together
in the field of gorgeous flowers and music.
This is me writing my goodbye and resignation from everything that reminds me of you!
Because the static on my TV screen is telling me to go
It’s gotten so much worse from when you first came along
It used to remind me of how your voice was always the loudest thing in my head
But now it’s just that annoying bedlam that tells me that there is no longer a signal here
Disconnection is needed most because we are all just lost boys
I’ve started smoking up again in a useless attempt to try and get you out of my head
But my lungs are praying for something that’s more secure than basing my life upon the fact that
without this smoke choking me out I’ve got nothing to depend on.
And God I thought you were supposed to be bigger than the world that I find myself living in
But it turns out that my expectations have been a little bit too high for you to perform.
Well the show must go on and I believe I can fly
And my faith is only the size of something smaller than a mustard seed
Here’s to another lonely night where I’m left thinking about all the memories that we shared.
I used to worship you like a god and now you’ve walked out on me too
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY SUMMER
And I was supposed to be your Cohen
But the static in the silence is breaking this all down
And I find myself slowly walking out that door
This is not the life I wanted to be a part of because I don’t want to think of a life without you!