The street lights flicker
Like magic in the night
You said so much
But never as much as goodbye
It’s past three a.m.
When you begin to wonder where it all began
The knocks on the door and the telephone ringing
Now your screaming sounds just like your singing
Three shots of vodka chased with vicodin
Is the real way to forgive you of your sin
Hands tied tight
Struggling with all your might
What you once called future is blown out of sight
Life is what you make it
With no last kiss
And no goodbyes
I let the most perfect person break down
In the most perfect display of tears and drown
A broken heart never to be fixed
A dieing scream never to be heard
You lie in my bed and look at me as I look at you
Lying to my face with the three simple words
I Love You
