The trouble with me

The trouble with me, besides what you've seen is the way I get drunk on your eyes and slit my wrists to the way you smile in your sleep. Should have known this love would be my damnation. The passion behind every kiss were figments of a jaded imagination. So I play my music on this old dirt road, While I smoke something dangerous. Anything to take away this hopeless rose, once our love that's wilted and fallen on to the pavement. I'll forever remember those moments where time somehow stood still. The way my heart would skip beats, Such a euphoric thrill. Suffice it is to say I've gone through a change. A metamorphosis made in a patchwork of rage. Tired of playing these games I call it a day, drifting off to the abyss in staggered and dazed. Maybe to see a path to a better future the next time that I wake.