Dear Charlie: How did we blow it?
The lines in the mirror, come sharper and clearer. The credit card cuts both ways, and any note would do, just to blow tomorrows yesterdays- as if I ever knew. It's hard without you, you always took away the pain with ease. No matter the problem, the right dosage of you would always appease. How did we blow it? If I knew moderation we could still kick it. I yearn to be numb, I yearn to be dumb, but I have taken a vow to leave you behind. without you the pain is intolerable, I'm losing my mind.