I couldn’t stand to hear your voice
At certain points in those desperate days
4:30 in the morning, no place to be
Trying to sleep on the train
You said «You met me at my lowest
You know this place-- it just brings out the worst.»
But that was a lie you told yourself
While you burned in a constant state
Of flickering between the person you were
And the one you became
A disgusting oscillation between the way that you were
And the way that you stayed
You’ve been moving your trash
From room to room, from city to city, from place to place
And now you’ve got a pile of trash
That you can fall into whenever you want to