When you cried, I was there to lift you up br Make you whole again br You always said I helped mend your broken heart br But you always said I would never lose your hand br Now I know that what we were was so pathetic br Just contemplating br Indescribable synthetic makeup of a heart br Crisscrossing over, underneath our veins connected br br But everything is wrong now, everything was right br Who’s to say our masochistic way of thinking br Was nothing but a lie? br br Gave in to romance br A novel with our faces on the cover br Never read the ending br Wish I had then maybe I’d be sober br Instead I’m so deadly hung-over br A grave, unsteady pile of stones br Ready to tumble and crush you in your sleep br This is my final tribute to you br br Eighteen.