Filing your nails in a hand-me-down dress. You’re lost and I’d say, at best, I’m depressed, and I just can’t recall what this felt like in the fall. Back in September maybe life was better. It wasn’t snowing outside. I could park my car where I wanted to. Come back inside. Still getting to know you.

Well, now I think I’ve pushed it as far as I can. It doesn’t feel the same way when I hold your hand and my anxiety is getting the best of you and the best of me.

I just can’t believe what is happening to me. I can’t think straight anymore. This is poison.
And I’m not sure how it came to this but I feel like dying.
So I’m leaving this apartment because it’s poison. And you’re poison.

It’s April now and I’ve run out of luck. She moved in with a prick who drives a pickup truck. I think she’s happy now. Meanwhile, I’m stuck trying to understand how that works.If it was special, what we had; one in a million, what we had, how the hell’d we let the darkness seep and puncture what we had? Was it you, or me, or both of us together? Was it doomed from the very start?

That’s what pokes and prods me as I’m falling asleep. They say there’s millions of fish but it’s a big fucking sea. I want the one I had before. Ironic I’m the one who walked out the door. It was gentle at first but then I realized the problem wasn’t readiness in general or the weather at all. It was that he who cast the stone couldn’t comprehend the loneliness of being alone.

I just can’t believe what is happening to me. I can’t think straight anymore. This is poison
And I’m not sure how it came to this but I feel like dying.
So I’m leaving this apartment because it’s poison.

If you see her say hello and that I’m destroyed now; that I certainly remember that rationale. How could I handle another if I can’t handle myself?
But I know there’s regret in her heart and that’s what hurts.

I just can’t believe what is happening to me. I can’t think straight anymore. This is poison
And I’m not sure how it came to this but I feel like dying.
Wish I'd never let it get to me. This is poison.

I just can’t believe that this happened to me. I can’t think straight anymore. This is poison
And I don’t know how it came to this but I feel like dying. I need back in that apartment.
Because this is poison and I’m poison too.