You sat on my ladder
and blew smoke into my face

Said you had the good stuff
Why don't you send some my way?

I've never cowered from the fire
I have short legs
You get burned so much that you adapted the pleague

Walking down the plank
My heads in the water
My nostrils are bleeding
You've gone blind

You run your fingers through your hair
You claim to be mines

You don't like a hot mess
So what am I?

I am your weakness
You're a peachy surprise

I knew you were the one
When you looked in my eyes

It hurts me to smile but the frown was denied
All of the tears sting when you tell your lies

I saw the green
But it wasn't the one this time

Thought that you could be
My most prized rose
Yet the garden died

Naked, with no clothes
You sat on my ladder
And blew smoke in my face

I knew you'd make the perfect lover
'Cause all your exhilarating quirks I could so easily hate