There were things that I had said just

to make you mad and I'm give out.

True to form you asked about just

what was in my head and it's alright.

Everyone I seem to know is crying for someone

else to lift them up and every one

of these new orchids are dying

because the weathers getting rough.

Now its time that we can get away

or I can do away with everything.

But by the time you say please don't go your way,

you will have built your life around me.

And you will talk about us.

We were such a pretty thing from the outside

looking in "I want to spend my life with you".

Now you're such a petty thing that I can see

from within "I want to spend the night alone".

So don't be scared there's a million

ways to die out here. So don't be scared,

I'm the memory that resonates for years.

Like when you lie and I just lie awake and breathe now.

You pretend just like in a play that's

only begun to invite everyone that's

ever seen or heard that your life's story was so imagined.

But you lift me up just by the honest fact that

I should have my foot on your back.

But we're such a pretty thing and there's

a price on your bed "I want to spend the night with you".

Now I'm such a pretty thing but not in my head

"I want to spend the night alone".

But you know that don't you and that's why

I'm standing, waiting for you to sober up a little.

I'd curse your use with all my oxygen

but you're not worth the words. You bitch!