You lure me in, You have me on your hook.
I try to swim away but I keep coming back to You, two hooks and one fish.
It can't work out, but I want to be reeled in by both.
I say 'no' to You, and then end up at your doorstep once more.
Unable to stay away, it'll be a blue-sky day when I'm away from Your presence.
I've been caught too many times and this is the final time; I don't want to hurt anyone more; I'm sick of playing the two people in one card.
He knows I lie, and he knows I cheat, but I can't come clean; like trying to catch balloons when they're already in space.
The truth is pain, for him and me.
This pain is bad, it's not right. It's like I took the life and color right out of your eyes.
The right turns wrong, and the wrong floats to me.
A natural ability.
Like catching one fish on two hooks.
Looking, knowing, feeling, he's dying every second, but then again...
Every second we inch closer to death, but I've made it a foot longer for him.
I can't stop, it's too painful to let You go.The right turns wrong, and the wrong floats back to me.