I’m becoming workaholic

And holic of an other kind

Just to try for a second to keep her off of my mind

Getting my meds upped again

I’m held, crying, by my friends

Is it still pathetic if I write it down?

Why couldn’t she be

What she pretended to be?

She wasn’t very good at it

But I sorta saw the vision

Baby, learn to method act

Get a job and pay me back

Pay me back

Pay me back

Pay me back