The Trouble...

Honey, Sugar, Lover, Ever
Baby this one is for you
Alcoholic, (so) catastrophic
You gave me something to do

You tie me up in a ball in a cup in a black Cadillac in the box of a Jack in a moment of truth in a mistaken youth I am tragically yours in a page in a book

Sweetheart, (my) darling, slightly charming
Wrap me in nettles and thorns
Precious letters, maybe it’s better
If you had never been born

You come inside like a victory bride but you’re all dressed in crimson and blacked out your eyes and so exaggerated so much that you rip at the seams and I tear out the dice on your lips

Headache, staring
Toothache tearing
Earthquake, bearing
How am I meant to believe?
…in someone quite like you
I know once you loved me too
The price you pay is critical
Why did I stay? It’s pitiful

Incoherence, (my) disappearance
Where did my dignity go?
Daytime nightmares, get your fair share?
No, well I didn’t think so

You slip away into slumber I lay and I crumble and pay for the price on your head and I hate to admit that your conscience is clear when you know what you did and you won’t shed a tear

Shaking, Burning, in-the-grave turning
Burden your demons on me
Seething, writhing, raging, caving
See how I split into three

Ivory runs as the night overcomes and I’m left with the cold and the dark and the numbness so unsympathetic I said no I meant it I pointlessly argue my case as defendant

Headache, staring
Toothache tearing
Earthquake, bearing
How could you go make me bleed?
…on someone quite like you
I know once you loved me too
But the price you pay is critical
Why did I stay?
It’s goddamn fucking pitiful.