I have a problem with complacency
You have a problem with me

I was a fire
That kept you warm
Filled you up
Now there’s nothing but ashes in a paper cup

I was a shockwave to your brain
Correcting every memory
Now I’m a dissonance ringing over again and again and again
I won’t shut up

I have a problem with complacency, in how I spend my days
You have a problem with the simple fact that you can’t stop cheating on me
Borrowed lines in a hotel
When I’m two fucking feet away
But he’s the one who you’ll fall asleep with

You were a black hole in my sky
Doom above
Burnt out everything
There’s nothing left for you to love
I was an arsonist. I was a saint
I am whatever you need
But you just don’t hate yourself enough to choose one of us
So now you’re losing everything but me