Not the other way around

Everything's just as you left it
all the pillows and the covers
the blue sheets and broken drawers.
I don't want to turn on the lights
I don't want to see the mess you've left behind
the bruises and mistakes I carry on my back.
You've ruined my night, my thighs are black
I'm looking for relief in a bottle of wine
I'm trying hard to forget and never ever rewind.


Mademoiselle Juliette,
Every little psycho that you happen to see, well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me.