I woke up to find you discarded 
By that familial love that keeps you so warm 
I'm inadequate in every department 
and I'm guarding you without a sword 

I broke into [bad word] 
Just to read what you wrote about me 
Do you consider that I dishearten 
All the things you give pulse to 
Well I'm sorry 

You said you were a broken person 
Why would you be more broken without me? 

So I ran and I ran and I ran 
And I hid and I hid and I hid 
And I made me some drastic plans 
To be with you always 
And these things 
That we say 
Will they ever make, any difference anyway? 

And the stars in your eyes 
And the blood on the stair 
We need to prepare, we should have prepared