your tricks were your eyes of magic, hidden in sleeves of gold
a cynical set that took hold when we needed each other most
the effect of want is the pole you hang your noose on
it fails because you can never get what you want
your blindness drowns you in bruises along your neck
the pain of staying alive and barely living is haunting
so you find need in the deepest parts of yourself
and feed the underlying craving of obsession
i mean nothing to your life because you never loved me
but from the moment we met your fate was my oasis