i'm in the business
of losing your faith
of being the traitor
of being the runaway
tell me i hurt you
well good, maybe i tried to
to make up for
the therapy bills
you've made me
now pay for
i hope that you sit in
the rainy house
you're stuck in
and analyze the wreckage
you've left everyone
to sort through
and finally figure out
where maybe you went wrong
but i don't foresee
that happening
in ten million years