Drive your sharp words into me like daggers
And watch me bleed excuses for you onto my bedroom floor.

If everyone's always pretended to love you
Maybe you've learned to play along too.

My apologies are like offering medication to a patient
Who's illness has already been deemed untreatable.

The day that I told you I don't like liars
Is the day that you stopped telling me that I am a good person.

I tell you I'm in pain and you ask me where it hurts
So I point to the packed bag that is sitting by the door.

You're more concerned with finding out who drew blood first
Than you are with the fact that I'm still bleeding.

You're dangerous when you walk towards me
But you're the apocalypse when you walk away.