Eight and One Makes Nine

fake a smile just to leave you happy
I've got a flair for the dramatic
and you've got a flair for slashing at my heart
the right words seem to always stick in my throat
because you've only seen the bad side of me
[it's the only side that's left since you left]
i try to move on, but your mixed signals keep pulling me back
and it's stupid, and I'm stupid for holding on to something so far gone
but love is a hard dream to let go of
so once more I'll slake my thirst for you, lying under my guilt and sorrow [lying under you]
and maybe this time will be the spark to our flame
and maybe you'll feel some emotion when I'm saying your name [could you return the favor?]
morning after and I'm left with just one more memory to tear myself up with
and you're left with just one more notch on your post.
Eight and one makes nine
Yeah, eight and one makes nine [if I was a cat, would I even still be alive?]