Violins

I am just another fool
 and I have to keep telling myself that
 I am just a hypocrite
 and I have to keep calling you one
 and/'cause I forgot to bite my tongue
 as/and my assumption is the mother of all mistakes
 so/but I assume the role,
 open my mouth, and clumsy words escape:
 So why you, wanna be there?
 when you could be here
 you are slipping away
 I awake with/to your replacement
 a bottle in my grasp
 in an unfamiliar place
 'cause you put me out
 the butt of your sick joke
 into this ashtray life
 as you come and go
 'cause I forgot to service you
 and we broke down
 and you can't live with my mistakes
 so/but I assume false grace
 open my arms
 and grasp at/for something true
 how are ya, how have you been
 girl I miss you
 wanna see you again
 oh why ya, wanna be there?
 when you could be here
 girl I'm slipping away
 I bring out the worst in you
 and you try to let me know
 you bring out the worst in me
 anxiety, anxiety
 I'm trying to let you go
 you say I'm giving you the creeps
 so/but I assume the role, open my Claws
 and grasp for your heart
 How are ya, how have you been
 girl I miss you, wanna see you again
 into you, like a mortal stake
 so vindictive, girl I'm slipping away
 (Violins)...Into this ashtray life
 (Violins)...the butt of your sick joke
 (Violins)...I'm trying hard to let you go