I am a curse, I guess I've always slept
I skipped states to stay sane,
and though it lead me through
I tried running away to rid
Ended with nothing but holes in my jeans
Hang me in the closet with the
rest of your outgrown things
And find another selfish lover
Find another better suited
And I, I wish you weren't here
A thousand miles and I still feel
you like the thorn in my side
Running from my problems never worked
But I'm still lengthening my stride
I hear your laugh from someone else,
sometimes your name in passing
And after all the damage dealt
I just wish you weren't here
I am your worn-out clothes
You are the ache in my bones
I tried running away to rid
Ended with nothing but holes in my jeans
Hang me in the closet with the
rest of your outgrown things
And find another selfish lover
Find an other better suited
And I saw you with my eyes closed
I heard you calling in a dream
And distance doesn't mean a thing
When I still see you in my sleep
