I wish you well, my wishing well; I can't deny the bed you've made
I knocked the clock off of the wall; it was always wrong anyway
I'd argue my reality, but I deserve the love as much as the pain
Taking arrows to the heart like needles plunged to the vein

I don't exactly fit the part of she who deceives it all and loses
Then again, you're the shining star, of Robitussin and ***** fits
The nights weren't worth their weight, in every song and noir flick
When you're cornered and half-alive, it's easy to spill your secrets

Talking like you couldn't be thrown; rocked but couldn't roll with it
I made my bed in my own making of hell; I'll step to the wonderment
Don't you know, love is more than a game and the love of playing it?
How were you so true and yet so horribly deceptive with this?

But still I wish you well, as much as you played with my soul
If I had an enemy greater than your treachery, I don't wanna know
If it's ride or die, I guess I'll fly; you let me in, 'til I had to let you go
But the kiss on the lips left an imprint, that still refuses to show...