On the weekends you liked to leave me.
Go up in the mountains and get high as a kite.
You liked to see things.
I would stay home and I would be dreaming of a night when we wouldn't get in a fight.
I was okay but not completely,
with the idea that you were losing your mind.
I would mourn for you,
for the guy I knew,
for the sober mind that would be in my bed.
I stayed with you,
and darling, I prayed that you,
would just stop ******* with my head.