The Same As Being In Love

When you base Your whole identity On reaction against somebody It’s the same as being in I tend to forget when I drink. I’m doing it again I think A hand to hold, an ego to flatter, ‘Cause you were the wineskin, I was the bladder. Time passes, events fall away (I don’t think they’ll hurry). Hurry up, I’m blacking out, high on the vapor ‘Cause I was the typo, you were the liquid paper. Talk it over, talk it, overtalk it. The answer’s still the same: It’s discontent, humiliation ‘Cause you were the theme and I was the variation. Try to take a less dramatic course of action; This attraction, introspection-diction predilection is breaking my heart again, breaking my heart again.