Veins full of disappearing ink Vomitting in the kitchen sink. - Elliott Smith

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy the cold comfort of the in between a little less than a human being a little less than a happy high a little less than a suicide the only things that you really tried.

The first true love that folded at the slightest touch,
brought down like an old hotel,
people digging through the rubble for things they can resell.

The first time I saw you
I knew it would never last
I'm not half what I wish I was
I'm so angry
I don't think it'll ever pass
And I was bad news for you just because
I never meant to hurt you