I'm a messenger that wears a bullet proof vest,
just in case I have a shot.
I'm fast drying ink and I'm desperate to become a clot.
I'm just a smudge that won't come out, the baggage people talk about.
I'm the secret everybody knows,
I'm the book you wish would close.
So burn me until your lungs are black,
Forget me like I'm the past,
Curse all the traits that I lack,
We're nothing that would last.
I'm a gift you returned, the sleepless nights you can't count,
I'm the cold side of the bed, the hurdle you can't surmount,
I'm the empty gas tank, when you just want to leave town.
I'm an addiction you can't ever put down.