I couldn’t stand to hear your voice

At certain points in those desperate days

4:30 in the morning, no place to be

Trying to sleep on the train

You said 'You met me at my lowest,

You know this place-- it just brings out the worst.'

But that was a lie you told yourself

While you burned in a constant state

Of flickering between the person you were

And the one you became

A disgusting oscillation between the way that you were

And the way that you stayed

You’ve been moving your trash

From room to room, from city to city, from place to place

And now you’ve got a pile of trash

That you can fall into whenever you want to.