Well the cancer of the twisted word has pulled apart the confidence you've encouraged. And the reasons that I'm breakin' now seem to be the kinds of things you're letting go. And yesterday this all got harder, 'cause last night I was alone, and I wanted you with me, and I knew where you would be found. And I wanted you with me, 'cause I couldn't hurt myself with you around. But the car outside our house had you to himself and that's when I knew that every promise we had made about always being there had different meaning now.