I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I can't be the person
You need me to be.
I tried so hard for you,
But now I know for sure
There's only one person I know how to be
And that person is **me

You picked up the bottle again because of me.
You cut again because of me.
You found love, no...lust, only a lover in all the wrong places because of me.
I ran away because of you.
I was scared to face life because of you.
I was, no...am blaming you but only because of my own stupidity and love for you.
He picked up a blade again because of me because I picked up a blade again because of you picking up the blade again.
Let's all throw the blades to the ground.
Shatter the liquor bottles.
Let our tears flow and talk...
And maybe we'll have a little less blood around here
And little more understanding.
If not you might as well keep the blade and down another shot.

I want to know your story
I want to know the context
In which our faces met
in a sweet assault of one another

I want to know where you were
And what lead you to the spot
In which I asked you to dance

I don't want your number
But i want to see you again
In some other time
Just as spontaneous
Electric, and consuming

I only know the image of your face
In a dimly lit room
Like so many other dimly lit faces
I wish to know more