Smoke

And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto
I was spending nights at home full throttle
I was breaking your heart, breaking my heart, revenge

And I feel just like I woke up in somebody else's skin
Who else is gonna remind you to take a picture of them?

Well they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you
when they tied you up in the thorns and ladders
and you never ended up coming home
you just became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold

And when I awoke, everything had changed you see
I left my home, returned something different
I was bleeding to death, beaten to death with regret

And nobody else can see it
But there's something underneath my skin
And I wish I could tell you, I had the worst little dream

And they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you
when they tied you up in the rungs of ladders
and you never ended up coming home
you just became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold
And the black clouds came and darkened all our insides

there were newspaper clippings with horrible headlines
of doom and despair and your name and my name said
"Who will save you from the truth of the matter that your love, though like gold is gone?"
And they brought hearts and daggers

they wrote songs about her
when they tied you up in the rungs of ladders
and you never ended up coming home, you just
became something like a dream I saw where they brought
Hearts and daggers, they wrote
songs about you, when they
tied you up and you hung from ladders
and you never ended up coming home
you just became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold