last to take their hand off your heart, keeps it

It's sad boy hour on the train
At least they've given us a bucket of fruit to share
Truthfully I'm afraid of the future
The possibility of living without ya
Is losing me sleep and making me ill
Even if you're not here I will love you still
The inside voices cancel me out
I get it, I'm sick of myself too
My inner puppeteer begins to work his magic again
I cut the strings, hell, I have nothing to lose

Last to take their hand off, your heart keeps it
I'm so serious this time
You could give it to whoever needs it
But that doesn't make much money
No, that doesn't make much money

A simple question drifting away
It caught the side, the side of the train
Sharing berries I take a bite, you take two
And you say it's all mine
Being real I don't mind, excuse me being blind
To the light from outside of the carriage
Has got me riled up in you

What to do, point of views tend to change
You're yelling out stop from the back of the train
The conductor's caught up in his own sick affairs
When we don't end up in love it's not fair