I don't know,
I don't know why I need you so bad.
There are times,
times every day that I wish that I had
never known,
never known that you even exist,
but if you,
but if you leave me, you would not be missed.

I can see that you're aching,
not much left for breaking.
Your mind is a bottomless pit
that swallows you whole,
when you've lost all control,
and you're screaming that you just need to sit.
You started to cry,
till your water supply demanded you feel some other way.
And your wristband was barbed,
and your Indian garb was betraying you.
You just kept saying "Okay..."

But I don't know
why you stay.
For all that I've done to you,
why you stay.
If even you don't know
why you stay,
then that's enough reason to know
why you have to leave.

Not that you,
not that you even need me around.
I cannot,
I cannot be your council to the crown.
You need some,
you need someone who needs to be you.
But what I,
but what I need is in relation to

relying on chemical fixes
and drug induced mixes
and leaning on this crutch.
But how can my voice,
your prophetic choices be heard
when one cigarette's still just too much?

I've sobered up now, but how 'bout tomorrow?
My crowning achievement's been drowning myself
in one moment kicks I get from these tricks,
but all I end up tricking is myself.

And if even I don't know
why I stay,
then how can anyone know
why I stay?
But I think the real reason
why I stay,
is cause I can't find a reason
why I have to leave.

My radical views
are all tantamount to
all the ugliest social injustices, but
if I know myself,
then tomorrow the wealth
of my thoughts today will be tomorrow's smut.
Deep down, if I'm honest,
what I hinge upon is the glory of being told I'm wrong,
so I'm counting on you to know to see me the moment I start to talk too long.

And if we never know
why we stay,
and if we're real about
why we stay,
and if we don't ask
why we stay,
then no one can tell us
why we have to leave.