You took me for granted and left me stranded on your quest to see the world through different eyes
I hope the head spin throws you off, so you won't realise what you lost
When you sober up
Il have f**ed off
I hope that temporary high helps you sleep at night
When I'm cold and lonely
I don't think of you
Cause in the end we're a dream the catcher let through
Most days I won't get out of bed
I'm sick of filling the holes you left inside my head
You're not the one who got away you're not even close
You're just the one who got inside my head the f**ing most
Cut the ties and forget everything that I said in your room that night, it doesn't matter
( it never mattered )
When you sober up
Il have f**ed off
I hope that temporary high
Helps you sleep at night