An Old Song

The burn in the back of my throat

From the courage I swallowed

Isn't anything I thought it'd be

I'm in the corner and it's like you never knew me

And his hand runs down your neck

And I slam the door and find a home in the steps

With a cigarette, as he gets into your head

And you follow him up the stairs, to his bed

I'll tear at my hair until there's nothing left

Just to numb the thought of you loving him

As much as you loved me

Never promise him that you'll never leave, like