The Breaks

"You can call me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight

My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed

So I'm sending you a package to the address where you traded names

I made no claims on the identity theft

I'm more concerned about the home with no amenities left

And it's already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail

So I eat away depression and crush the scale

You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum

Emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs

Me? I choose to wallow and I'll just swim in my fat

You...refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back

This isn't an attack, it's an admission of guilt

I'm living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk

But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle

Stood in the middle. Told myself riddles in a robe that's purple

The murder weapon was an icicle

Is that the reason why I'm standing in this puddle with my eyes so full?

I fight feelings like a war on drugs

I'm a chemist with a test tube addiction born through coffee mugs

Our baby now is all growed up

Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck

And you know what? I know I drove you away

I still don't think it was wrong so I don't know what to say"