I am fucking falling apart.
But don’t worry, I know you don’t care.
You’ve got a meat grinder where I have a heart
And when I reach out for your hand
It’s never there
Your gray shadow spins off
down some unobtainable street
I follow without thinking
never missing a beat
you carry my closure
like a pistol in hand
strapped onto your hip
just in case i ever stand
up from this pain
up from the cold ground
so you can turn and face me
and shoot me back down
i have nothing to live for
chained to you
and i have nothing to show for
the miles of mud you’ve dragged me through
i have nothing to offer you
untie me and leave me to rot
at least the vultures
would indulge in the one thing i’ve got
untainted by your love
and lack thereof
if it would make you feel right
in light of this abuse
i’ll tell the press that you held on
and I cut myself loose
i’ll tell them the truth
that i’m a masochist
and no one will blame you
cause i asked for all of this
I am not the conniver
I wish I were
Instead you are him
And I am her
The girl being used
Who just doesn’t leave
And when I exit the room
My friends say they can’t believe
That I can be so weak
But baby I’m the queen of
bones too soft to walk away
and tongues too tied to speak
so put me out of my misery
cause i don’t have the strength in me