I’ve been so devout
I’ve been drowning out the voices in my head
I’ve been suffering for all the choices that I’ve made
An ancient baby filled with dread

I know, I know. I want to let it go. I can’t get it right
I’m on to you. You forced my hand to choose. We can leave tonight

This is for cowards. This is for slack-jawed
Settled in on the losing end. Tourniquet-clad. Blackballed
We’re tired of the race. We’re sick of the smell
A special lie that hides inside, but it sells and it sells and it sells