The rain is passing, at least for today
And I might try to find a sense of self in whatever
World that still remains
I've got a cut on my arm, from a few weeks back
'Cause I know how much seeing me feel pain makes you laugh
So laugh at all my begging, I was never gonna take this lying down
He's in your room, his hands on you
Does he make you feel ways that I couldn't amount
And I'm filling my days, to make the time pass
And I'm drinking and smoking more, to get to my last
Yeah, I think I'm more worried, of dying old than young
'Cause I don't wanna miss you for that long
Your lips fit into mine, like a perfect shape or some perfect puzzle piece
You didn't think of me the way that I was thinking we were gonna be
Yeah, I was your art once, and you were my breath
I wish I was your medicine, and you weren't my death