Now there's tape on our glasses to keep them from falling apart.
Too bad we couldn't put tape
on our hearts.
You're trying to hold on
like the sticky side down,
but I'm looking for a fresh start.
My world turned to gray, I went numb and had to break your heart.
Cutting ties over old ways
and past lies.
You never told me the cut on your finger was from a crack pipe.
I lay and think about all those nights
I held your shaking frame.
Try to ease those withdrawal pains. Left my brain soaked
in rage and shame.
Pressing steel against my veins.
Hate myself, hate this town,
hate how you do this to yourself,
I'm looking for a god to blame.
But the only god is change.
Forgive me for having to walk away.