Past the Past

After you gave up on the world

For the first time I understood

Your words were as good to me as gold

But it's all getting old already

I care about what you see

Even though you try to take the best of me apart

And punish me for trying

I watched you hit the ground

With the luckiest smile around

With your stupid guile and your chain

I couldn't have missed you hailing cabs in the rain

I care about what you see

Even though you try to take the best of me apart

And punish me trying

Everyday the nausea hits you

You face the mirror

Wonder if you'll ever get out of here

We'll never get past the past

Staring a hole through the bottom of a dirty shot glass

I listen well to your rage

And search your face for a spark

For something shimmering in the dark