I know what it says about me, that i hate myself less for what i did to you and more For what has become of us Naturally i'm anxious and unstable knowing i'm lost to my best friend though i see You almost every day In my cracked kingdom in my terror hive of brutal nostalgia On some self imposed house arrest of the mind that's useless Trying to numb the fear, the fear, that deforms the negatives and makes all Memories pathetic, so pathetic I have no charm to win you back, the anthers drained, the feria is over Of what sweetness still remains, i can't trust myself Oh the complex codes, the polymorphic addled führer of our arrangement I'm lost to my best friend though i see you almost every day