Lyrics: Allison Crutchfield
Music: Allison Crutchfield
Today, it hit me like a chore
Like an intruder I'd be
Waiting around for
Me and the sadness move
Laterally away from one another
Like you and me
But it gets bad
When I think about you in rehab
Every talk feels like a dream
I just wanna get through it
Not worry what it means
The access I have to my heart obstructs
Can't imagine you getting better
But I never give up
Yeah, I am glad
That you finally went to rehab
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
I let myself feel some relief
You sound a little bit better
Everytime we speak
But me and the sadness move
Clandestinely around each other
Eternally
Yeah, it gets bad
When I think about you in rehab
Ooh
Ooh
Every minute
Every single day
I hold my breath
I look the other way
I watch myself
Split in two
One loves me
And the other loves you
When I think about you in rehab
Yeah, I am glad