I broke down in your car

I’ve been sleeping in for weeks

I’m reconstructing everything

I'm always in recovery

You called me from your hospital bed

I said “don’t ever scare me like that again”

I’m trying hard to fight this thing

But it’s got its roots so deep in me

 

Little holes in all the walls

Where pictures used to be hung

Memories of us and friends

Better times when we weren't so sad

You’ve got your faults and I’ve got mine

I’ve got some thorns so deep in my side

I’ll rip it off like a bandaid

We’ll look forward to better days