Apologies

This is what I meant by
"Glass in my hands"
This is what I meant by stuff like
"You understand"
I don't know how
Don't really know when
But you've become
What I call "friend"
And when I say that
It does not mean
What everyone else
Makes it out to be
I retreat back inside
To where you find me
Where I promise myself
(That you're gonna leave)
But sometimes I listen to lies
Like I listen to songs
And then you step in
To prove that I'm wrong
You pick out the glass
And bandage my hands
You help me up
You tell me I can
Sometimes when I see you
I wanna laugh and cry
Yeah, both of those things
At the same time
Guess you could say you're talented.