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