Sense In a Broken Dialogue

At the time when it was said
It sounded better in my head
When you spoke I wasn’t there
You tried to tell me what was wrong
When your… When your words couldn’t get past your lips
I thought… I thought you wanted to show me wrong
Like a… Like a statement you had to make
It was… It was obvious and clear to me. So obvious you sang to me
«I can’t forget those nights»
«You're not making sense to me»
«I can’t repair my sore heart»
«I can’t forget those nights»
Could I ask you, have you forgotten those nights now?
Could I ask you, have you repaired your heart now?
Could I ask you, am I making more sense now?
Could I tell you? For me it’s worse than ever
I’ve been trying to forget what we said
I’ve been trying to forget what we did
I can neither forget those nights
I can neither repair my sore heart
«You're not making sense to me, you’re not making sense to me»
I can’t forget those words. I can’t forget your words
You’re not making sense to me, you’re not making sense to me