Chapter One
Met you through a friend of ours
Hope was out of control
But look at what the end of ours
Coffee colored eyes
Sick of writing love songs
Awkward in disguise
Thought we were above problems
Freshman year at college
Depression got the best of her
Kept her wrist covered with her hair ties, rest assured
Everybody noticed, but no one offered help
When I told her "I don't care"
She said I'm "bad for myself"
I said "We got problems, but failure ain't an option"
When she dropped out of college and moved back from Wisconsin
It was like she never left, we got back in the swing of things
December was real cold, 'cos that was when we ended things
Neither of us took it well
Smoking, drinking, coping, thinking
How could I have made it better, guess we'll never know
Neither of us took it well
Smoking, drinking, coping, thinking
How could I have made it better, guess we'll never know
I broke someone's heart 'cause my heart was broken
But that really only made things worse
Deleted your phone as if I didn't have it memorized
Some people might say I'm cursed
But the best songs come from the worst feelings
Just wish I didn't hurt you first
But now I'm blowing up, writing songs about you
And you still won't hear my words
Chapter Two
Started seeing someone else
Deleted everything we had
Feelings fade, then they melt
Flash-forward a couple years
And a couple hundred beers
Added you on Instagram again, but I was stuck in fear
'Cos new dates, they was lacking something
It feels like I can never find someone complete as you
I'm laughing, fuck it
I'm back and forth
But finally picked up the phone
And said "Let's get a drink", I couldn't leave it alone
So we out now
Was feeling like the old days
She showed me her new tattoo, I said "You wanted that - always"
Went back to the crib and hit it both ways
And right about then is when I went back to insane
It's like when I am far from you, I want nothing but you
But when I have you here, it's like I'm only thinking "fuck you"
So maybe I'm the problem, I can't figure it out
Because no matter what I do, the cycle keeps going around
I broke someone's heart 'cos my heart was broken
But that really only made things worse
Deleted your phone as if I didn't have it memorized
Some people might say I'm cursed
But the best songs come from the worst feelings
Just wish I didn't hurt you first
But now I'm blowing up, writing songs about you
And you still won't hear my words
