I drove through Berlin tonight. 今晚我开车经过柏林。

Straight shot down the highway and through my chest. 直射下了高速公路，并通过我的胸口。

And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile. 我想过思念你，这个词是徒劳的意思。

I walked around this rainy college campus 我走来走去这个多雨的大学校园

on a Sunday for three hours. 在一个星期天了三个小时。

I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there. 我想到了家，你怎么就不会存在。

And I thought of me and how you just don’t care. 我还以为我和你怎么就是不关心。

But I could swear I saw your reflection 但我可以发誓，我看到了你的思考

in the puddle of rain on the concrete. 在雨中对混凝土的水坑。

You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek. 你旁边站着，我和你的嘴唇在我的脸颊上。

And I can swear I feel the dissection 我可以发誓，我觉得解剖

of the whole me when you leave. 整我，当你离开。

And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave. 我已经长大了恨这方面，我编织。

I drowned you in alcohol last night. 我酒精昨晚淹死你。

But you poked air holes through my chest. 但你在我胸口戳气孔。

You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind. 你一直努力保持你的地方在我的心脏，在我的脑海。

Connections wearing thin. 连接穿着单薄。