Open Wounds (pretend)

Wounded in my soul Dragging my feet, blood on the floor Seems like I drank too much again—I still want more I should know better, but it's hard when I'm a wreck Looks like I sank again, and I'm way too wet But I should know better than to call you when I feel alone And stop holding onto this rotten rope when I'm not who you chose Show up at my funeral when I'm dead and cold I wish I was dead I'd rather erode If I died, would you show up with a bouquet full of roses? While they pull me down, would you cry over my casket as they close it? It hasn't happened yet, but right here, right now, I feel like choking And since you left, Since you left, I've been standing here all hopeless Looking through cities, looking at towns, trying to see if you stayed around Looking at places we went to—maybe you'd go when you miss me too I looked around; the lights are blinding me—I can't see now I guess it's a sign for me to go But I'd rather pretend That I didn't love you and we never had a thing While we both cry as we lay in bed Act like we're both strangers and that we never met You've never left my head, but I'd rather pretend