baby, you caught me
and taught me that life is such an intricate web
spun my heart in circles
and toyed with my head
I picked the poison from your lips
knowing the death kiss was your best kiss
asking for life on every next wish
you attracted me to your tragedy
living for every moment
While mastering all your sadness
you constantly felt the burden
of trying to find your purpose
and even with all your drama
I always thought you were worth it
now I hurdle the struggle of a mother losing her daughter
a brother losing his sister
always estranged from your father
the hardest part of addiction is admitting it's a sickness
and you'd rather live that lie than exist outside of your prison
Maybe it wasn't worth it
maybe I lost my way too
maybe we could have fixed it
or maybe I shouldn't blame you
maybe it was all my fault
losing sight of what made you
so fucking beautiful
the coolest soul trapped in the same noose
I tried to save you
but you were too busy playin' the hero
investing every day
as you eagerly watched the years go
by & by
we couldn't say bye, bye
now leaving is not an option
so why would we even try?
we lied to ourselves every day that we stayed with the pain of monotony
always jogging our brain of what could have been
had we triggered a different course
but of course
nothing could force us into a divorce
of any part of our history
we were used to the disappointment
so we started to like the misery
It was the mystery that kept us alive
but those secrets turned into shadows and you kept ‘em inside/
demons under your bed
skeletons in your closet
while you withdrew your emotions
mine made a deposit
we parted ways in this game of love politics
wondering how it felt to be honest
you had forgotten it
i tried to figure life without you in the picture
tearing myself apart but still knowing I'm gonna miss
the
daily sickness of fucking, fighting, and kissing
the biting, scratching, and clawing
and breaking all of the dishes
just wishing that we were normal
but knowing no better feeling
loving, leaving, and learning
the cycle that we experience
(it's)
the kind of pain that nobody should have to deal with
but the scars of love & war prove that nothing out is real as this
you were a puzzle missing pieces still masking your hurt
and the thought of finishing you is what grabbed me at first
but my addiction can no longer go on
cause the needle that drips your notes has lost its favorite song
Baby I'm gone…

…that’s it baby I’m gone…



….goodbye