Days. You always want to tell me lies.
You try to sell me to the stars at night.
You think I'm too uptight.
Love. You call me on the phone alone.
You wish that I could stay.
Speaking pain in codes.
Telling me you still care through a dial tone...
Drugs. You want to put my life on hold.
You really want to see me growing old on you,
like a naïve friend.
But I. I never want to face myself again,
unless I'm coming true.