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