Verse 1: We set the apartment on fire twice Not on purpose, just forgot we left shit burning You got us evicted from three different places I got us banned from every bar on the strip We were so good at being bad together Verse 2: Your dealer was my dealer, my debts were your debts We'd steal from your work to pay off mine Three AM calls from police stations, bail money borrowed Your sister stopped answering, my brother changed his locks Nobody wanted to watch us anymore Chorus: We were supposed to get clean Then get back together We were supposed to get clean You were supposed to wait Verse 3: You said let's do this right, let's do it separate Can't get better if we're still each other's worst idea I said six months, you said a year We compromised on eight, shook on it That was the last time I touched you Verse 4: I made it to ninety days, you made it to four months We didn't talk, that was the rule But I saw your sister at Tesco, she said you looked good I wanted to text you, I didn't I followed the fucking rule Chorus: We were supposed to get clean Then get back together We were supposed to get clean You were supposed to wait for me Verse 5: Month seven, I was doing okay Had a job, had a flat, had a routine Woke up excited because one more month One more month and I'd call you Your brother called me instead Verse 6: He said you'd been clean for six months Best you'd ever been, everyone was so proud Then last Tuesday, one bad night Found you on the bathroom floor, too late You were three weeks away Bridge: And I wanted to scream at your funeral That you promised, that we had a deal That I did this for us, not for me That I'm only sober because you were supposed to be But I stood there quiet In the back row Because I had no right We weren't together anymore Even though we were Even though we were always supposed to be Verse 7: I'm still clean, hundred and forty days now Don't know why I'm counting anymore Went to see our old dealer last week He offered me the usual, on the house for my loss I laughed, actually fucking laughed Told him that's the worst sales pitch I've ever heard He said suit yourself, I said I will Walked out thinking you would've found that funny You would've found that funny Verse 8: Sometimes I stand outside your old building Try to remember what we were running toward Was it each other or just away from everything else Your sister asked me to speak at the service I said no, she said you would've wanted me there I said he would've wanted to be alive She didn't ask again Final Chorus: We were supposed to get clean Then get back together We were supposed to get clean And you were three weeks away Three fucking weeks away And I'm still here Still sober Still waiting For someone who's not coming back
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