Monday, September 6, 2010

DETOX

"I'm sure it took a lot to come in here today. I assure you, though, by the time we're through with you, you won't remember a thing. You won't even miss her..."

"And you said this is..."

"A process quite different from rehabilitation. In rehabilitation, you are prepared to move past a particular process so that you can cope and deal with the world you left behind. In our process, you completely FORGET the world you left behind. There's no going back. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I... I'm sure."

Day one, arrive to the front office and
I sign in with a fake name
I've got too much to hide if someone finds me here
Resorting to this makes me feel so ashamed
But nothing else has worked thus far
Constantly wondering where you are
Paranoid because I know someone else
has picked up where I left off with you

And I ask myself
How did we drift apart?
Going back in my mind, trying to find its start
the start of the end of me and you
the beginning of the pain that I'm going through
Checking out of this Heartbreak Hotel and checking in-to

DETOX
It's like you're a drug, and technically there was no "we," but you took over me
and you started occupying every little thing
I remember every moment, every kiss, every hug
I ask myself did I not do enough
So tired of the guilt-trip and the heart ache
Wondering if you always intended to make my heart break
Can't stop thinking of the sound I heard your heart make
When I was with you, but now I'm not, so I gotta get through
Some way...

A week's passed since the first day, I'm not used to
feeling so far removed or so out of touch from you
I thought we had a connection, but maybe it was out of sync
Mad at myself for wanting to go back over every little thing
They strap me in, tie me down to a chair
I hold my breath, as they restrain me there
They hook me up to a machine that replays ev-ery me-mo-ry
More emotional than I'd like to admit, I'm screaming, "I hope you remember me"

And I would never
wish this feeling on anyone
Going back in my mind, trying to find where it all begun
Begun to unravel, and your feelings started to drift
That's if I'm to assume they ever did exist
Checking in, but no one's checking on me; it's like I'm not even missed, while I'm in

DETOX
I know now I cared too much
Sought out too much feeling and safety in your touch
Thought you could complement the best of me
Instead it feels like you're building the death of me
In spirit, I mean; of course, life will keep moving
But in terms of me and you, I never saw myself losing
I'm spinning out of control, and meanwhile, you're just cruising
Said I'm okay being friends, meantime, I keep thinking I blew it

Two months, eight weeks, two days, three hours
since you exposed me for a coward
Men ain't supposed to show emotion so I'm writing it out
Hoping the words don't make it sound like I'm crying aloud
The program concludes; they say you should be out of my system
Many methods applied, they tried everything but certain memories, they missed 'em
Your smile still stands out bright, your strong faith's a shining light
I remember once or twice we prayed together
Holding you in my arms as we laid together
I guess I should've asked God to help us stay together

DETOX
Forgetting how your lips tasted so sweet
Erasing all that you meant to me
It's not what I want, but something I have to do
If I'm ever to effectively get over you
Another number deleted out of my phone
Cutting down what I thought we'd together helped grow
I'd be lying if I said you weren't still on my mind
and maybe in time, I'll get a chance to make you mine again
Or not...

People never really miss what they have, until it becomes what they had.

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