Recovery Song

Don't take this the wrong way, but you're the death of me
Don't look like that, I mean it metaphorically
'Cause I've said goodbye to the prick that I always knew
Now that you, being you, have pulled me through

I saw a doctor and he tried to give me pills
He saw the hateful asshole in me that we hoped they'd kill
But I took one taste of them and spat back in that cup
Now that you have shown up, and picked me up

You have two eyes akin to ecstasy I've tried
A kiss that twists a needle in to flutter my insides
And I no longer need to drink until my blood is dry
Now that you, with a smile, can make me high

And I'm strung out on self doubt. I want out, just day release
'Cause I got sick believing I always felt like this

And I know it's weird to hear but I hope that we die
I know there's lots of living left, I mean not for a while
'Cause whatever is after I can't wait to take it on
Hoping you, hoping you will come along
Hoping you, hoping you will come along