And if I kneel down before you and accept all your lies as truth, quid pro quo?
Do I get to be ever faithful to you?
Do I get to follow behind you and watch every move you make?
Do I get to blindly see none of your faults?

I don’t want to be submissive to you.
I don’t want to be devoted to you.
And I don’t want to be any part of you.

You’re addictive, you’re enticing, demanding, destructive, poisonous.
Like a cigarette house that never burns down.

Our languid relationship doesn’t seem to be able to cope with you.

I’d sell my soul to be able to have things work out.
But will the devil accept an I.O.U.?

I’m finished, exhausted, disgusted, exploited and I’m GONE.

And when you open your eyes, you’ll realize that you were better off in the dream.