Was so nieve to keep on thinking
That all this was not subjective
What really was and could have been
Oh, to be someone that cannot give
And your veins are frayed
Your lungs stretched thin
The chaos you bring home
Swear it would stop but we're all laughing
There was, at times, a silver lining
When memory dims and thoughts fade
You brought resolve much too late
And your veins are frayed
Your lungs stretched thin
The chaos you bring home
Blood runs thin through chagrin
Make no mistake
There will be hell to pay
In this mess you have brought us both in
And there is no way that you will come clear
If I have breath