The Fog

It takes the heat, on a day like today
To send me to the garage with you to get some shade
And it takes the bite, well, most good drugs do
You're getting your fix from the needle, I'm getting my fix for you

And I will never be your heroine
Not for my lack of, lack of trying
You left me, I was broken
No longer, your trophy
Why would I wanna be the habit you're always kicking?

Was it ever a wonder, how it was always my fault?
You couldn't just leave me with something
When you could instead take it all
It's just kind of odd, that you always knew what to do
You were once all I needed in a man
But I'd never be enough for you
No, I'd never be enough for

And I will never be your heroin
Not for my lack of, lack of trying
You left me, I was broken
No longer, your trophy
Why would I wanna be the habit you're always kicking?

And it gives you time to think
That this boat's big enough for us to sink
And it gives you time to grieve
And find answers to questions like Why did you leave?
It's the calm before the rain
It's the haunting reminder that nothing will change
It's the fog formed off the beach
On another cold morning
Beside you, still snoring, asleep