nothing is the same

i found it out on the newswire
and i can crawl like i did back when,
and you can love me like a doll,
i think i liked it best.

but i never felt it sharp before,
like now,
the knife i know i twist all on my own,
and it's a sin that i know i know
i know
is wrong.

if i'm looking drab and rained-out
i probably thought of you
and drank a little more than i ought,
and it was just a slow crawl,
like i did back when,
when you loved me like a doll.

i think i liked it best.