Gone

Well I came to this afternoon with an IV in my arm

Doctor says that your liver's fine, you better count your lucky stars

But it's hard to see the sky beneath the hole that I'm falling through

but if there's one thing that I still can count, it's everything I needed to

But they're gone

Oh they're gone

And so am I

And I can't excuse the things that I tried to defend

She said she's leaving me, but I was gone long before then

I hid my wrongs in the hair of a dog that I can't seem to tame