I never thought the day would come when I Would be the poison in the pen I use to write You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone I guess it was the blank look on your face that was easy to replace So then I went and drank myself into an idiot all through the night Recounting all my paranoid and selfish thoughts but I was right I made a space for you inside my soul And let my feelings kill the part that I control So part of you was me, neglectful maybe cold it seemed Despite having the wounds we both imbibe, the scars are Somewhere we can't hide I then stayed up for two more years just thinking of the sacrifice you made Indifferent to the reason so apparent in the pain I polished off another drink and taught myself to numb and drift away For one more night so I could justify the day So now I entertain the thought of going on all alone But you are all the life I've ever known I swear one day I'll get it back something that is already dead and gone Again i see the trumpet player looking for his song Don't worry I won't follow you, that part of me is learning to let got What was a space is like a cancer in my soul
I never thought the day would come when I Would be the poison in the pen I use to write You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone I guess it was the blank look on your face that was easy to replace So then I went and drank myself into an idiot all through the night Recounting all my paranoid and selfish thoughts but I was right I made a space for you inside my soul And let my feelings kill the part that I control So part of you was me, neglectful maybe cold it seemed Despite having the wounds we both imbibe, the scars are Somewhere we can't hide I then stayed up for two more years just thinking of the sacrifice you made Indifferent to the reason so apparent in the pain I polished off another drink and taught myself to numb and drift away For one more night so I could justify the day So now I entertain the thought of going on all alone But you are all the life I've ever known I swear one day I'll get it back something that is already dead and gone Again i see the trumpet player looking for his song Don't worry I won't follow you, that part of me is learning to let got What was a space is like a cancer in my soul
