strung out from last night,
didn’t even have time to call,
so worried in my thoughts
struck you when i really wanted to hold you
but i hit you instead cuz it hurt you too.
you haven’t called me in so many days,
didn’t even write, when you could.
so lost in my thoughts,
sold your stuff when i really wanted to let you back in,
but i cried instead, cuz it hurt me too.
struck out tonight, searching for you.
looked in the phone book, to reach out and touch you
so tired of missing your memory, so tired of seeing your ghost
So i slipped this needle in my vein, to forget tonight,
to forget this pain
but i got hooked on this feeling cuz it took the hurt away
and i did it again, when i woke up. and did it again on your birthday.
i did it again, and again, and again, until i forgot why i was doing it.
then i seen your picture, or was it a memory. it’s something they’ll end up
burying with me. a memento of what it was, and what will never be again.
and then i did it again, to see if what i saw was real or make believe.
but you dont even care, what i did for you
never understood all the things i sacraficed, just for you
so numb from all this hurt, if you came back now
i’d just fade away at your feet.
