It's all about
Sex
Aside from sex
Which is all for control
I didn't understand it
So they left me in the fucking hole

The only place I've ever felt at home:
Between the context and the bottle that holds my soul
I've always been alone, so I'll stay alone

You can drink me 'til I'm done -
Throw me on the ground I've grown to love
Explain to mama it's all my fault
I never had the gull to
Stop

But even if I did, would it have been my choice?
I said I'm done and they supported that
But held their breath of course

You can't turn off the thoughts, not like they turned out the lights
Or forget the way they flickered -
When we talked about how grandfather
Died
He refused to say any goodbyes