You left me outside by, the snow-capped winter pines, you left me out in the cold
Now I can see my breath, and I can't feel my chest, and now we're both all alone
And I'm still not sober, the party's still not over, but I feel just like we are
So I guess I'll sit down, this snowbank muffles sounds, I just don't know who we are
But I knew you were a bad idea, I think I knew this from the start
The familiar pull of toxic feelings, the blunt but so comfortable nostalgic marks
But you were never, and never could be, something that worked with my state of mind
You were something, you were most things, turns out you couldn't be mine
And I sometimes wonder if, inside of depressed fits, do you still know me by voice
But then I recollect, how things degraded yet, how I enabled that choice
And when my gut gets heavy, when I've had one too many, I can still hear you speak
But it's just a shred, of something better dead, of something gone in a week
But I knew you were a bad idea, I think I knew this from the start
The familiar pull of toxic feelings, the blunt but so comfortable nostalgic marks
But you were never, never could be, something that worked with my state of mind
You were something, you were most things, turns out you couldn't be mine
Now you're gone, it's not the same
And I'm gone too, but to a different place
But you were never, never could be, something that worked with my state of mind
You were something, you were most things, turns out you couldn't be mine