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You’re all I ever wanted.

I risked my life for you.

I know I shouldn’t be responding,

but it pulls me back to when you almost died.

Would this be the last time?

The last high

So I answer every time.

That you hit my line

It was confusing, so consuming —

watching you slowly pass away while staying physically.

Now we’re stuck on the rerun of

episode eight

same ending.

You said you were doing better, you were doing so well,

now you’re freezing cold again —

Can tell you’re not eating, and haven’t slept

Your body’s cold again.

And you promised me you wouldn’t burn down the house again.

Just to keep warm

You said the matches were for someone else,

but I smelled smoke; then I saw the flames.

I watched it burn from the street.

Cause you too my key

And it’s such a shame

Too bad I don’t live there anymore —

I can’t be the one to save you from the rest of your life

You wanna talk cause you know will be the last time

I handed you a match, you didn’t put it down —

flames creeped up your arms.

You promised you’d blow it out.

Now there’s crazy in your eyes

Strangers in your bed

Self medicating until you are dead.

I was an angel in disguise.

Saved you from your own demise

But This time it’s my fault.

I used to think I made you slip into graves —

I was mistaken before; the murder wasn’t mine.

Until I gave you eight.

Until we did a line

This time the murder’s on me,

even if I killed you indirectly.