What are these things I find so addicting?
I know they're addicting...
but so wrongly amusing.
I gave up this cup of coffee.
Poured it down this kitchen drain.
Paid a visit to the criminally insane.
I see these habits get flushed away,
and still I find them so fascinating.
I'm still in this place of creating.
I know you and you know me,
I know you're so far,
and yet I understand who you are.
I know you'd dine on these, too.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what is real and sane.
All this booze is next to me.
Covering in this empty room,
And soon it will make my own tomb.
I'm so young. I act so old.
I try and quit these things that shouldn't be thought of.
To brush the words that I wish I didn't think of.
I don't want to build you this wall.
It's so damn tall.
I don't want you to fall.
Would you stay if I could stay?
If I could lay here with you and dream the day away?
If I could bring home the hay and change?
I smoked this last cigarette.
You passed my test.
Blaming it on my life and all the rest.
It's just me. It's just me.
I'm the only one here with this tipsy head.
With this flimsy bed.
I want you to rustle my sheets,
and sink me down in the middle,
play me that song of passion, write me that riddle.
I just want you to stay...
For once, I just want you to be with me.
And keep me.
I just want you to wipe these habits from my mind,
replace them with only your time,
and watch them fade out with your chime.
And say what you would have to say to stay...
