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