I’ve been looking to find somehow, some way to make this less obscene.
Something resembling routine, and I’m almost there--I’m a liar now.
I’ve been searching to find some self, myself is what I wanna be.
And I’ve gained some stability, almost--I’m a liar now.
Then there’s territory and liquor, feelings I don’t own,
That I have no right to. Can’t save this face
I’d rather never have ever shown anyone.
I’ve been learning that I just can’t win, it’s always going to be my fault.
So I’ve been counting grains of salt since then--I’m a coward now.
And now I’ve finally gained a grip,
So I let it go.
Man I hate these days when we’re silently at odds,
You and I don’t make sense at all.
I try to empathize: you’re so miserable, you hate company.
The only depth to this is that you let me dig my own grave.
I’ve finally gained a grip, so I let it go.