It was 4 a.m., I couldn't sleep, so I did my hair and I fixed a drink. I went and tore your pictures up, built a fire in my bathtub, painted my toes while I watched them burn, then put out the flames with your t-shirt. If the neighbor looked through my windowpane he'd say she's finally gone insane. I might break a thing or two sometimes, but I'm not crazy.
If you think that sounds crazy, then you should've seen me sitting by the phone all those nights alone. I believed the lies you told me, and forgave you when you said "I love you, baby"... That's what I call crazy.