I told you of a halfway house where we could meet to work things out.
I slept there on the floor for weeks.
You stayed between your comfortable sheets.
I sold you on an idea.
We'll speak in code as not to be heard.
You looked me in the eyes and said \"I know the truth but still see the end.\"
I smile down and laugh as you hit the ground.
You always take the long way down.
Break it up, you're always on the outs, never finding out.