So I guess I lied about it all; left out the part with the vodka and the girl from the city. Put her tongue in my ear and her hands in my pockets. She said no one would ever find out… that's not what I worried about - everyone said you were dragging me down. I want you to know I regret everything. I had a crisis of confidence.
So I guess I lied about it all. You didn't use me, I used myself. I wanted to fall. I'm a bony, bloody person, baby. I'm blackened and bruised, baby, weaker now that i'm weaned off of you.