it's your compulsion got you upside down
it's who you talk to when nobody's around
you take a lot you take a little bit
it's tough to lie but tougher still to admit that
you spent the last six months on the bathroom floor
comes a point when there's nothing good to say anymore
i watch the city from the girard bridge
all i can think about is how strange it is
that time can pass so indiscriminately
when was the last time you were honest with me?
you spent the last six weeks as the voice in my head
do you ever think about what might've happened instead?
i'll never understand, i haven't been through half of the shit that you have.