The Trouble

Honey, Sugar, Lover, Ever
 Baby this one is for you
 Alcoholic, (so) catastrophic
 You gave me something to do
 You tie me up in a ball in a cup in a black Cadillac in the box of a Jack in a moment of truth in a mistaken youth I am tragically yours in a page in a book
 Sweetheart, (my) darling, slightly charming
 Wrap me in nettles and thorns
 Precious letters, maybe it's better
 If you had never been born
 You come inside like a victory bride but you're all dressed in crimson and blacked out your eyes and so exaggerated so much that you rip at the seams and I tear out the dice on your lips
 Headache, staring
 Toothache tearing
 Earthquake, bearing
 How am I meant to believe?
 ...in someone quite like you
 I know once you loved me too
 The price you pay is critical
 Why did I stay? It's pitiful
 Incoherence, (my) disappearance
 Where did my dignity go?
 Daytime nightmares, get your fair share?
 No, well I didn't think so
 You slip away into slumber I lay and I crumble and pay for the price on your head and I hate to admit that your conscience is clear when you know what you did and you won't shed a tear
 Shaking, Burning, in-the-grave turning
 Burden your demons on me
 Seething, writhing, raging, caving
 See how I split into three
 Ivory runs as the night overcomes and I'm left with the cold and the dark and the numbness so unsympathetic I said no I meant it I pointlessly argue my case as defendant
 Headache, staring
 Toothache tearing
 Earthquake, bearing
 How could you go make me bleed?
 ...on someone quite like you
 I know once you loved me too
 But the price you pay is critical
 Why did I stay?
 It's goddamn fucking pitiful.