You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like resignation to the end, always the end. So, when we found that we could not make sense, well... you said that we would still be friends. But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over. Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over but had me believing it was always something that I'd done. But I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you say, now you're just somebody that I used to know