And now I think I understand your plans. You'd rather have an audience than listen when I need you. Listen, when it really matters. Don't you let your lines come crossed time and again? Do you remember when loyalty meant something? Because I still do. And there's a few of you that I can still give into, when I've seen you grow, when I've seen you fall apart. All the things I used to know, I'm destined to forget. Now I've watched you fall apart. All the things you'll never know, I'll try not to forget. And when our heart awakes I too will kill it off, and if the weather fits, we'll witness her hurt. Those memories make us complete. It's the way, I wish you still could be. But the rest of you are so fucking codependent or chemically confined. I cannot seem to forget those days memories make us complete. It's the way I wish you still could be all the time. All you have to do is get up for one more time. And not to feed another addiction. Don't let your lines come crossed.
