I suppose I could've just been honest with you from the start, babe.
I should've agreed whenever you asked if your hands were rough,
or whenever you begged to know if your hair was stringy.
All of your strange imperfections put me under some spell.
It was a casting I didn't want to lose touch with.

However,
the times just never got old with you.
It all added up inside of my cloudy mind,
as long as I had the bottle in one hand
and my 100s in the other.
The taste will always be imprinted on my tongue.

I suppose I could've just told you I never really loved you.
I could've spared you the immense amount of pain,
but instead,
I decided to drag you along the same path
I told myself I'd never go down.