I've made a habit of trusting people I shouldn't,
of believing things I wouldn't.
You pushed this drug on me,
and I took it.

If I disappeared so suddenly,
would you just turn the other cheek?
Because I know you've wished it before.
Is that still the wish you seek?

I keep telling myself
you've probably forgotten,
but I know that's not true.
If it was,
I wouldn't still be broken.