Now and then I think of when we were together; like when you said you felt so happy you could die…
I told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company but that was love and it's an ache I still remember…

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like resignation to the end, always the end… So when we found that we could not make sense
well, you said that we would still be friends but I'll admit that I was glad that it was over.

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over but had me believing it was always something that I'd done… But I don't wanna live that way; reading into every word you say