you were the decision to look both ways before i crosses the street
to pick up a fork and eat a couple bites
to put down whatever i was holding
to call someone before it got to bad
to not let myself get stuck in that loop again

to not end up in my bathtub again throwing up all the pills i took
to not have to come up with an excuse for why it looks like a crime scene
to not end up even more scarred up than i already was
so what was i supposed to do when you made the decision to quit loving me
who was i supposed to turn to
i know what i did but what was i supposed to do