There were things that I had said    just to make you mad (and I'm given out).    True to form you asked about   just what was in my head (and it's alright.)    Everyone I seem to know is crying   for someone else to lift them up   and every one of these new orchids are dying    because the weathers getting rough.       Now its time that we can get away    or I can do away with everything.    But by the time you say    “please don't go your way”,    you will have built your life around me.    And you will talk about us.       We were such a pretty thing    from the outside looking in    "I want to spend my life with you".    Now you're such a petty thing    that I can see from within   "I want to spend the night alone".       So don't be scared    there's a million ways to die out here.    So don't be scared,    I'm the memory that resonates for years.      Like when you lie and I just lie awake and breathe now.    You pretend just like in a play that's only just begun    to invite everyone that's ever seen or heard    that your life's story was so imagined.    But you lift me up just by the honest fact    that I should have my foot on your back.       But we're such a pretty thing    and there's a price on your head    "I want to spend the night with you".    Now I'm such a pretty thing    but not in my head    "I want to spend the night alone".       So don't be scared    there's a million ways to die out here.    So don't be scared,    I'm the memory that resonates for years.      But you know that don't you    and that's why I'm still standing,    waiting for you to sober up a little.    I'd curse your use with all my oxygen    but you're not worth the words, you bitch!