If the moment when it happened
Is as quickly as forgotten as it came
Slammed three doors on my way out of there
And hurt my finger on the fourth

Drove away
My hand was bleeding
I got far enough so you
Couldn't see me pick the pieces of my shattered pride up

And in my many years of being
A survivor of romanticising addicts
I learned there’s always someone, somewhere
Deeper in the well

So every chance I get I plunge in
Hoping I’ll go deep enough
That I won’t be able to come up for air this time

I’ll commit this shit to memory
The question of who’s worse, you or me?
And respond with a resounding
Nobody’s perfect
Nobody’s perfect
Nobody’s perfect

In the room where it all happened
You found the evidence of stupid small mistakes
And your collection kept expanding
It now includes some major loss

Another habit you can’t live with
Another recurring dream
Watch it burn, in the cleansing light of a brand new day

So if in your many years of being
A survivor of romanticising addicts

You’ve been that someone somewhere
Deepest in the well

So you saw your chance and plunged in
Hoping you’d go deep enough
That you wouldn’t be able to come up for air, this time