[Storyteller.]

You take me for a ride
and I don't even know the setup,
get into a fight just to make the sex better.
You got a hold of me but there ain't nothing
here that's holding you down.
I believed in this except
it wasn't getting better.
You got me in the middle
but I never found the center.
Even when you know what I know
it's not stopping you now.

I can't always see what's in front of me,
no, I can hardly breathe,
suffocating me, bleeding it out
all over the ground.

Tell me when it's over,
wake me when I'm sober.
The scar's too hard to hide;
I should've known better.
If only I could be strong
enough to see that it's over.
I wish I'd never met you.
'Cause you were supposed
to be coming back to me;
where are you now?
I should've known better.

I got a new plan but it
ain't nothing but a mirror
of everything we had just before
you became a winner.
The love, the lie, is nothing
but a memory now...