Do I dare say it?
Do I dare to even think it?
Yeah. I loved you more when you were a drunk
Now you shoot and snort and I don't know what to do
Leaving you is easy
It's the distance that keeps me coming back
But, hey, I'm 19 and I don't know a damn thing
Mr. Big Shot with your band and a sack in your hand
Go get yourself someone who doesn't know you
We've tried so hard to forget what they'd done
And I've tried so hard that I've melted my mind
With the drugs and my obsession to you
I feel as if I can never get myself back into place
But then again, I start to question
Where was I in the start?
I can't remember a thing except for the way you were
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