Drunken sleep, a shepard without his sheep
Taking what you've said and slowly admitting defeat
And when the casket closes and all my mistakes are exposed
It'll be such a relief for you to know the road that I'd chose

And when you think of me in your bed when you're trying
To fall asleep some nights I hope I'm not remembered as a fuck
Or someone you despise, I'm composed of cheap cigs and fast
Food, I need your time but I'm not trying to intrude

I just needed you to hear me, not the guy you've heard
That sings those songs the real me with feeling, the one
Who did you wrong, I long for just a minute, a minute of your time
I'll probably ask for forgiveness 'cause right now I'm in my prime

Every single second of every day and every moment I replay
All of the words I said the ways I left you broken, I'm choking And soaking in things she wrote in her notes and I feel a lump in my throat
Just wishing time could be frozen, detached I relapse and sit
Back and watch the days pass, maybe it's best if I'm forgotten
With no backlash, and it's somehow so soothing to see you Finally move on, I don't feel like I'm losing, it just hurts when you flaunt, I want something more for you than I could ever
Give, it makes me fucking sick inside you'd choose me over him

'Cause I can't buy you nice things or even things that you need
I'd steal the moon for you or food for you and starve while you
Feed, can't you see? I'm a mess, an added stress, a vacant nest
Glued together by memories and you said it best, life's a bitch
Until we die and for the longest time I tried to tell myself that That was a lie, and I'd shy away from thoughts like that but now
I just thrive, some days I feel as if my brain won't let me
Unwind, I sound so pathetic but I'm losing my pride, but I can't
Hide in it, I'll die in it before I subside, don't leave me hanging
All your things packed in your car and I'm facing all the things
That I said, all the nights stuck in my bed wishing you could
Leave, but you were scared of losing me, watching your car pull
Out of the driveway for one last time, I'm sick and I'm stuck in a
Rut it's a thin line between all the tensions, the suffering and
Trials, and my own self absorbed way of life, I'm a child

I wanna taste you one more time, and tell you you're all mine
But now I'm left with no spine, and all the blame's just mine, it's
A crime to hold you here with those eyes, if you ever see or Think of me I hope you realize that you're better off now, and
I'll always be proud