I never thought the day would come when I   Would be the poison in the pen I use to write   You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone   I guess it was the blank look on your face that was easy to replace      So then I went and drank myself into an idiot all through the night   Recounting all my paranoid and selfish thoughts but I was right      I made a space for you inside my soul   And let my feelings kill the part that I control   So part of you was me, neglectful maybe cold it seemed   Despite having the wounds we both imbibe, the scars are   Somewhere we can't hide      I then stayed up for two more years just thinking of the sacrifice you made   Indifferent to the reason so apparent in the pain   I polished off another drink and taught myself to numb and drift away   For one more night so I could justify the day      So now I entertain the thought of going on all alone   But you are all the life I've ever known      I swear one day I'll get it back something that is already dead and gone   Again i see the trumpet player looking for his song   Don't worry I won't follow you, that part of me is learning to let got   What was a space is like a cancer in my soul