So sick of getting angry just to get your attention
When he sweeps it away with every apologetic mention

I hope his promises anaesthetize you long enough
That you don't feel my footsteps leaving with all of my love

I'm wide awake and feeling every stroke our splitting saw
My wounds are fresh but my wounds are raw

So while I'm stumbling away with no pride or grace
Try to wipe the opium smile off your addicted face

I hope his promises anaesthetize you long enough
That you don't feel my footsteps leaving with all of my love