spending time with him again intending to put things back when they were alright just when we reach dry land why must it all get out of hand again tonight drinking till my tongue got loose and thinking that the way it used to be was wrong staying till the evening's wrecked by saying things just for effect, went on too long I used to think that you were all that kept me sane when all else failed now I think you were probably what drove me off the rails talking with our voices raised walking home to silent days and tears I said would rather shout for after all what's love to cry about I used to think you would hold out best of us all am I flattering myself or was I the one who made you cynical?