I broke My toes cause when I'm sad
I get as clumsy as a stupid clummage
and you are way too young to understand
and I'm way too desperate to be seen

so I fall for you like a fool for gold
cause you look so pure and I love your voice
I can hear the cracks of your youthful heart
and it makes me wanna be a part of that

Till I say whats there on your arm?
You said don't look, please don't ask
I know you won't like to know that
I'm a recovering addict and sometimes i relapse

But if I get sober
would you swear to love me?
If I get sober
*would you care* for me?

And as I was ready and didn't care to doubt
the will has been left to drought
I thought I knew back then to never ever trust

someone for who drugs comes first

and I think there's no love but just proof of love
and you just proved me that you'd never care
and it's been raining now for three days straight
as a sad reflect on my sorry state

And I remember you said with me you felt
the best that you ever ever felt
and i think that no drugs can replace
the warmth and tenderness that we embraced

But if you get sober
I will be *here for you*
If you get sober
I'll be yours for good.