The Same As Being In Love

When you base your whole identity
On reaction against somebody
It's the same as being in

I tend to forget when I drink
I'm doing it again, I think
A hand to hold, an ego to flatter
'Cause you were the white skin, I was the bladder

Time passes, events fall away
I don't think they'll hurry, hurry up
I'm blackin' out, high on the vapor
'Cause I was the typo, you were the liquid paper

Talk it over, talk it, over, talk it
The answer's still the same
It's discontent, humiliation
'Cause you were the theme and I was the variation