I love you, and I'm sorry.
with every drag of my cigarette I am lying to you, and I've tried to deny the presence of this addiction, but every other devil I've danced with was at first denied and i will never get rid of the image of when you cried, not at the hospital, but when I came home.  
and I'm sorry that I was even in the hospital, all of the times that I was in the hospital.
for so long I felt like a science experiment having tubes and needles and charts and data
or being probed with question after question about "why" I feel the way I do
or "why" I behave the way I do.
You love me with every fiber in your being
and there are days that I ******* hate you
and days when I love you
but the weather changes too right?  even the wind sometimes destroys the earth for it can't deny its fury
and I know the road ahead is long but if I have you it won't be too scary.
and if it is, I love you and I'm sorry