i threw you a curve ball but you swung for the fences and I wish it would've knocked me flat on my back because I had to sit calmly and watch those ostentacious short and sickening kisses, "just for show," because i love you babe, so i wrote you a song using the same four bars, the same four chords, same melody, any musical terms I can use to make myself seem like an artist because he has dirty boots and can take his shirt off and make you love him. I lie to myself, to everyone and I don't deserve to sleep at night. The sun blinds my eyes, so I try to tie my blinds, but they bunch so tight and bind---I don't mind, but its that same slipping I felt my head doing way back when, and I'm not gonna wake up soon, I can feel it. I need to breathe for a minute.