When you base your whole identity on reaction against somebody it's the same as being in--
I tend to forget when I drink.
I'm doing it again I think
A hand to hold, an ego to flatter,
¿Cause you were the wineskin, I was the bladder.
Time passes, events fall away
(i don't think they'll hurry). hurry up,
I'm blacking out, high on the vapor,
¿Cause I was the typo, you were the liquid paper.
Talk it over, talk it, overtalk it.
The answer's still the same:
It's discontent, humiliation,
¿Cause you were the theme and
I was the variation!
Try to take a less dramatic course of action;
Predilection is breaking my heart again,
Breaking my heart again.¿¿