I shouldn't have let myself know you
Or love you, for that matter
I don't know whether to blame you or me
Though I find myself choosing the latter
I claimed reputations were misleading
That the gossip was hurtful lies
I found myself falling for your deception
In love with your disguise
But the party ends, as it always does
And all that's left is an empty room
Drenched in empty bottles and trash
I stand by myself holding the broom
Nursing my self inflicted wound
