Prisoners

Who would have thought a little, blue pill
Would have such grave effects on a young soul.
Your infliction of disease and addiction,
Narcissistic notions and loss of control.

Stuck in a self-created prison,
But are you the prisoner or the jailer?
The prisoner or the jailer?
You're a prisoner by your own hands.

If I told you I love you
Would it be enough?
If I told you I need you
Would it be enough?
If you're going down,
I'm going down with you.

I would have thought the view of great distance
Would be the one to tear me down.
The idea of loving one so truly
For days on end until you skip town.

But I wouldn't have thought a little, blue pill
Would have such grave effects on a young boy.
An addiction and imprisonment that would
Take hold of him and my heart to destroy.

If I told you I love you
Would it be enough?
If I told you I need you
Would it be enough?
If you're going down,
I'm going down with you.

I'm sure it's been said a thousand times before,
I've never been more proud than that Spring Break.
Now, a sharp feeling of being disheartened
By a defeated man's selfish mistake.

Mindless thoughts that an addiction imprisons
And hurts only those with their medicine.
But reality shows that more are killed
By self-conclusion and scars for who you've been.

If I told you I love you
Would it be enough?
If I told you I need you
Would it be enough?
If you're going down,
I'm going down with you.

I've never seen a sober man so lovely.
Baby, if you're going down, I'm going down with you.