I told you so: you can't get there from here.
Your hair smells like a smoking cigarette,
like that one habit that won't disappear.
It wasn't easy to hold hands and sneer,
to step on bones and souls shaped like regret.
I told you so: you can't get there from here.
A fleck of blue, a feign of sudden cheer,
and I transform into a careless bet,
like that one habit that won't disappear.
You played the cards and tried to persevere
while falling off the carousel roulette --
I told you so: you can't get there from here.
I'm trying very hard to make this clear:
obsession makes a heady kind of debt,
like that one habit that won't disappear.
It's done -- this is the last -- you're so sincere!
Then listen to these words you can't forget.
I told you so: you can't get there from here --
like that one habit that won't disappear.
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