theodor - what you got yourself into (or was it me?)

theodor - what you got yourself into (or was it me?)

what the fuck am I supposed to do now
when the smoke in my room is thicker than my eyebrows
and now parts of the truth is out, and you must have understood
that to most people my life is a lie, it's beautiful outside
my window, but in my room, sits a lonely widow, in black
clothes, who used to chase the crown, but now it's gone
and left is the chase for brown and snow, baby oh
I'm sorry, I was up in the blue when I spilled the truth
and on emotional peak, I'm sorry, I was drunk and hade a nose
bleed, the first time I told you that I might love you
I've got my ups and downs, but also in a chemical way
in your eyes I saw the renegade, your tears hit the ashtrays
I was either too fucking stupid or just too fucked up
to understand that you would react that way
I'm sorry, I guess I was narrow, when I thought that you
in some way knew what you got yourself into - I'm sorry
I told you, things that you shouldn't have to handle
I'm sorry you're only seventeen and I didn't see that
people view the world differently, and from people's point of view
the only one here with a fucked up approach is me