I wish there was a pill that I could take
Or choke on
To let me breathe again.
And I wish there was a way to anaesthetize regret,
Forget the words I should have said.
Now you're taking all your charms
And you're taking pride of place
In these affections I've misplaced
That I'll learn to disregard in time.
But nothing seems to work
And this placebo that I took is drying up my throat.
I wish you'd say my name
But your tongue is twisting distant words now,
In someone else's mouth.
And I wish I'd held my breath:
These songs are boring me to death
But I can't stop playing them.