The words and all the lies, the little things you never thought I’d call upon in circumstance and reflection, you’re the man I can’t quit missing, the one I wish I could forget, and fuck you for all the things you said that you never really did. You left me unworthy, a broken shell in a cracking house, seeing all the signs but not looking for yourself. You left me weak, a stupid little fool who won’t be free from the dreams and memories of times we laughed so hard we cried, and that stupid little bird who brings your face to my mind needs to be shot, and shot again, just one last time. Damn you for making me think that it’s just me, a broken, weak, cheap little thing who shouldn’t do it without you, and won’t ever be right or free.
You always said you’d do anything, but I guess that lie has flown right by since I called your bluff once again, and oh shit, here comes the reason… your boots are gone and you can’t swim in all the garbage you’ve been throwing my way, so there’s no chance to make it to me and get things right.
You set me up for a nasty fall, never caring if I saw at all the things you said and the things you did to make me think I was your lovely one, and now I see it was just a ruse, a complicated attitude, the things that make you feel good about you, but oh shit, look there she goes, it must be her fault after all.