The airline called today. They're sending me all the baggage

I purposely left behind. It's all coming back so quickly.

And it's all for show, it's all for show and nothing more...

Just so I can carry it in and flaunt it.

Yes, it's the glamour that kills.

So much for promising myself I wouldn't do this again.

If you died the only thing left unsaid would be you deserved it.

You dissapointed me in ways I didn't know existed.

I don't want you, I need you. I need you to deal with this.

We would go up in smoke, but you don't spell "we" with "me" anymore.