Band: Senses Fail
Album: Life is Not a Waiting Room
I take a shot of jameson or jack to start the morning off with old friends.
I'll celebrate like it's the anniversary of the day that we first met.
I've been practicing our eulogy, separated all our things,
I took my name off of the lease I'm leaving.
Dear, four years hurts less than five and it's never a good time.
I am sorry for all my crimes and the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes.
It's clear I am an awful mess but I had to get this off my chest.
Soon the only thing I'll have left is your memory and promises never kept.
Now I wonder as I am sliding under the subtle control of the drink.
If I have enough left in the bottle to say all the things I'm thinking?
I've been practicing my exit plan,
nervously checking time,
I still don't know how I will survive.
When she came home I made her sit,
my feet tap out a rhythm as I draw breath in.
To hurt the only one I've loved,
"This is so damn hard but I am giving up."
"The person that you love is dead, I flooded him out with the jack and jameson,
so happy anniversary. The best gift I could think to give you was to set you free."
"Wake up you're sleeping behind the wheel."
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