There were things that I had said
just to make you mad (and I'm given out).
True to form you asked about
just what was in my head (and it's alright.)
Everyone I seem to know is crying
for someone else to lift them up
and every one of these new orchids are dying
because the weathers getting rough.
Now its time that we can get away
or I can do away with everything.
But by the time you say
please don't go your way,
you will have built your life around me.
And you will talk about us.
We were such a pretty thing
from the outside looking in
"I want to spend my life with you".
Now you're such a petty thing
that I can see from within
"I want to spend the night alone".
So don't be scared
there's a million ways to die out here.
So don't be scared,
I'm the memory that resonates for years.
Like when you lie and I just lie awake and breathe now.
You pretend just like in a play that's only just begun
to invite everyone that's ever seen or heard
that your life's story was so imagined.
But you lift me up just by the honest fact
that I should have my foot on your back.
But we're such a pretty thing
and there's a price on your head
"I want to spend the night with you".
Now I'm such a pretty thing
but not in my head
"I want to spend the night alone".
So don't be scared
there's a million ways to die out here.
So don't be scared,
I'm the memory that resonates for years.
But you know that don't you
and that's why I'm still standing,
waiting for you to sober up a little.
I'd curse your use with all my oxygen
but you're not worth the words, you bitch!