I don’t have your shoes anymore
Cause you took them away
Left a note in the seam of the door
I know you tell me lies
When you say that you’re fine
I saw an old picture of you and your sister
And that look on your face
Did she make you that way?
I bet we look like psychopaths
Driving under the overpass
Fists flying over
You’re shouting “I told you!
I don’t wanna be saved”
Did he make you that way?
I thought I saw the signs
She was first in the line
You jumped in after her, into the rapture
And I threw you a line
Saying I want you alive
Why is it always when I’m driving
That you decide
To try and kill us both instead of saving your own life.
And I didn’t throw you a line
Just for you to tie a knot with it and take another life.
Did he make you that way?
Did she make you that way?
(Did I make you that way?)
Driving under the overpass
Thinking over our screaming match
I read your note and it said you’d go through with it
Now we look the same
Did you make me this way?