I spend money on useless ****, then get mad when I am poor
I repeat the same old spit, then get upset when you snore
All my sense has been ripped out and I always decide wrong
All the bits of cloudy doubt suffocate me with their bond
I throw out my good ol days and replace them with my tears
They say wisdom comes with age, but it must have missed my years
So I guess I'll try to fly, but my wings have been plucked clean
If I dive, I just may die. If I land, it's just a dream
I once let you hold my hand, lifting me above the world
Now I'm drowned beneath quicksand, in a whirlpool being swirled
Dizzy as I am, I still see one thing
I know that you and I were never right
But I still see our love as so uplifting
And you were worth the lack of sense and sight