So if I treat you like a friend,
I’ll become lost out at the end
‘Cause I’ll worry myself tonight
thinking of how to make things right.
But if you’re my enemy – though I’m not saying you are,
I don’t have to care about you or what you’ve done so far,
But even so, you’ll still end up in my dreams tonight
As I push this hate forwards with all my mustered might.
So what do I do? Standing at these crossroads, my mind’s all a blur,
Do I love or do I hate? Forget? Do I forget what we were?
You’re still in my mind, every second of my night and every minute of my day,
So give me black or white, anything! Rescue me from gray.
I detest vague contingency – this damning ambiguity that drifts through my hours,
It’s making me lose sense of what’s worth fighting for, the gold-encrusted flowers,
I never really appreciated your presence, but your absence leaves me defective still,
And this emotion that drowns out all the others – this love will break my will.