you're burning bridges faster than you can build them, making an abandoned island out of what was once called paradise
you looked at me with an empty heart and I tried to fill it "you're good, baby, you're so good" but my voice was so weak and you didn't believe me and, baby, you've gone bad
you're so busy fighting to be relevant that you forgot to stop fighting against the boy with a smile like the moon and arms like home
you've tried so hard to be tough that you won't let the good things in and the bad things won't leave and you're dying from your own poison, rotting in your own prison from the inside out and
you're begging me for something to quench your thirst but I could pour you glass after glass of compassion and you'd empty it onto the floor because you can't bear to actually drink it
Instead you chase whiskey with self-pity and I watch helplessly as pieces of my past come dancing to life on stage in front of me
I can't give hope to arms too shaky to hold it, can't give faith to a stomach that can't keep it down
"you're good, baby, you're so good," I whispered
but then I walked away and took my words with me, too