Half Filled Boxes

The victory is yours, but I want you to know
I stopped playing a long time ago
You’re enamored by the struggle of man
Don’t try to tell me you’ve done everything that you can
You are entitled to have your big fun
Sometimes it’s work, just to bite my tongue
Well every light is out, and our time is up
So my darling, I’ve had enough
I’ll never speak about the things I miss
I’ve never slept better than this
I’ll never hope that you’re lonely
But you’ll never find someone more for you than me
Half filled boxes of things we will never do
If it ain’t hell, it ain’t good enough for you
Now, I’m not headed where you’re going
Down that road there’s a storm that is growing
You wrote the book, but you’re not the first
You’re only at your best when I’m at my worst
Now I can see you picking up speed
No longer are you everything that I need
I could swear that I’ve stood here before
But not again, and not anymore
Lay down in the bed you’ve made
And enjoy what you deserve
And oh, it’s such a shame
But no longer my concern
Because I’ve…let it go