God only borrows
It's in bad taste to give a gift and to take it away
yet God does this everyday
I'm not saying that I wanted you, dear
I'm just saying that you could've stayed
I warned you from the start what to expect
but a warning is meaningless when it falls on death's ears
I'm not the black plague
but every living thing I touch will eventually die someday
That's why I hate to love you for making promises of forever
yet I can't run away from you
And believe me, I've tried
I’m like a dog chasing a car
dying to end up under your tyres
Just wishing that I could go to bed with a knife taped to my hand
and hopefully when I wake up and rub my eyes in the morning
I won’t be seeing you again
Well, you failed me
And I take failure with a pinch of salt
And pretty soon I’ll be drifting in an ocean
stranded, thirsty and lonesome
Nothing like a shot of vodka
to make me sink back into the depths of our love down below
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