Smoke

And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto I was spending nights at home full throttle I was breaking your heart, breaking my heart, revenge And I feel just like I woke up in somebody else's skin Who else is gonna remind you to take a picture of them? Well they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you When they tied you up in the thorns and ladders And you never ended up coming home You just became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold And when I awoke, everything had changed you see I left my home, returned something different I was bleeding to death, beaten to death with regret And nobody else can see it But there's something underneath my skin And I wish I could tell you, I had the worst little dream And they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you When they tied you up in the rungs of ladders And you never ended up coming home You just became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold And the black clouds came and darkened all our insides There were newspaper clippings with horrible headlines Of doom and despair and your name and my name said "Who will save you from the truth of the matter that your love, though like gold is gone?" And they brought hearts and daggers They wrote songs about her When they tied you up in the rungs of ladders And you never ended up coming home, you just Became something like a dream I saw where they brought Hearts and daggers, they wrote Songs about you, when they Tied you up and you hung from ladders And you never ended up coming home You just became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold