In So Many Words

This is the absolute last of my promises
I swear to you, I’m finished with this
I guess it started as sick curiosity
But by now it’s just making me sick
I’ve locked the doors of the house
Trading shots with myself
Inventing drinking games to help pass the time
Drink once for inertia
Twice for every broken promise
Three for every protracted goodbye
At this rate, I just might drink myself blind
This is the absolute last of my promises
I swear to you, I’m finished with this
With these lists of suggestions
Of things I could change
To help you stave off your own listlessness
It’s a race to the finish
Take no losses, take no prisoners
You can’t afford to give in this time
Before this cracked and broken canvas
Lay a table of your implements
The bottles and the chemicals inside
To help make things right
I will let go tonight
To you it seems like selfishness, this self-preserving reflex
But honestly, to me this is a conflict of interest
I’m no kind of coward, despite my various flaws
I just know when I can and when I can’t beat the odds
So take all your questions, your fucking meaningless games
You and them can go to Hell, or at least the hell away from me
So take your mixed signals and your infidelities
You see, I’m better off without you
But you were much better off with me
This is a lesson in self-preservation
(The bow is drawn, make from the shaft.)
You wounded an artist
What did you expect?
This is a lesson in self-preservation
(The bow is drawn, make from the shaft.)
You wounded an artist
What did you expect?
What did you expect?