Dark Horse

I was a dark horse before you met me I told you all about those days Funny how secrets can be weapons when you need one I always thought that you were pure Told you that god was on the living room chair I'll always know you as a snake in the grass You were a fiction You'll fade like pictures on the wall You think you got away with most of me But all I gave you was the ghost of me You left the keys at reception I lived for days out of my car And summer was hellfire that year I kept on feeling I had failed as a man I slit my wrist to let the alcohol drain Luckily god was in the living room chair I'll always know you as a snake in the grass You were a fiction You'll fade like pictures on the wall You think you got away with most of me But all I gave you was the ghost of me Yeah all I gave you was the ghost of me Yeah all I gave you was the ghost of me