Love is strange and sad all at once.
You never know what is going to come.
You see her sitting there forgetting you ever loved her.
But the truth is, you still do.
And there she lies drunk on the floor, and you pretending you don't see her.
She thinks she still has hope with you.
And you keep saying she doesn't.
Now, you sit there against your bed.
She is forever gone and will never return to you.
A terrible fate for when she drove home.
As drunk as she was.
You wish you could go back and change everything you did to her.
But the truth is, you can't.
Never will you see her again.
Now and forever she will be lacing her neck up with poison ivy.
And you wishing you could love her still....