You remind me of what I used to be
oh, you're a remnant of things I no longer do
Sometimes its hard to walk away
But baby?
It was easy to run away from you.
From you I learned the skies are gray
and that not all that glitters is made of gold
so please believe me when I have to say
I wouldn't kiss you to save my soul.
Oh no, not even to save me from myself
Yes, its safe to say I'd rather go to hell
Now don't take it hard, you might as well
go back to that hole you crawled out of.
