have you ever been so worried about something that when you woke up it's the first thing on your mind? and you cried yourself to sleep to just forget it, but when you wake up it's all that you can find to think about? and you're not even allowed the luxury of disorientation, no, your concentration hones right in on what you meant to forget.

well, i did it to you. now you done it to me, and as if you care, i can hardly breathe and i clutch my chest with the same two hands that once touched your face but now they can't.

do you ever get so sick and tired of everything always going wrong and you do not want to feel inspired to write another stupid song cos songs can't hug you. songs don't love you. you spit them out and they float above you teasing you with all the dreams that you buried in the piano strings.

well i did it to you, now you done it to me, and as if you care, i can hardly breathe, and i clutch my chest with the same two hands that once touched your face but now they can't.

i don't want to remember this. i want it to be gone. i don't want no therapist. i just want to move on. i don't want to remember this. i want it to be gone. no, i can't keep feeling this. i have to move on.

well i did it to you now you done it to me and as if you care i can hardly breathe as i clutch my pillow cos it's all i got cos you once were mine but now you're not

and i'm mad as hell cos i'm mad about you and i dont wanna go on without you but it's your life and you have made your own choices.

well i did it to you now you done it to me and i know you care but it's still hard to breathe and i clutch my chest with my shaking hands oh to do what's best we'll do all we can