You're So Vain, Pt. 2

The swelling in my head
 returns as a reminder
 that I'm not out of the clear.
 And all the nightmares
 that I suffer while I sleep?
 You might as well be standing here.
 And all the times
 that you said "I'm leaving",
 I'm seething.
 Because I know that when I turn
 you'll be there,
 still standing.
 And every lie that had me
 believing
 keeps reeling.
 Inside my head until the day
 I drain it
 permanently
 What will it take
 for me to jump first?
 I know you'd love to see it...
 And when I hit the ground
 I know you'll be the one
 to cry first.
 Because I know my death
 won't be enough,
 you'll have to make it worse.
 Yet here I stand,
 here you stand, and I
 can't stand it.
 And if I have to kill you first,
 I'll do it.
 I swear it.
 Cause prison's nothing
 to this prison I'm in.
 This world I threw myself in.
 When did temptation yield a sense of respect for myself?
 The swelling in my head
 returns as a reminder that
 I'm killing you today.
 And the thought of my thumbs
 pressed against your windpipe
 makes the swelling go away.