What’s another breakup floating in my skull?

Pile on another day of the loneliness and dull.

These are demons that I bear; constant friends and dreadful fears.

I’m the one who’s going numb, not the one soaking in tears.

Victims of infatuation are the ones who never learn.

Tell ourselves that we need no one, but invite another burn.

Every scar counts as a promise that can wound the living dead.

I’m still haunted by the echo of the shit she often said.

It’s my fault and always has been.

I’m too dumb to learn my lesson.

There’s no way to save my soul,

No weight lifted from confession.

You were just another cunt in a growing list of failures.

You are just another strand while I’m my destruction’s tailor.

I don’t want to drink anymore, but I’d hate to remember.

So I take the burn in my throat like a burn from an ember.

I’ve got to stay fucked up so I won’t kill my offender.

God only knows how much I want to dismember.

Pain is what you get when you let down your guard.

When shit hit’s the fan you have to try to be hard.

People tag along when the getting is good,

But they’re quick to let you go, and I know that they would.

Sometimes I fuck up and show somebody faith.

After all, net every human can make the same damn mistakes.

But they do, and I’m left to guess that these are the breaks.

When they were here then the feeling was great.

But they go, and more than anything I need a drink,

And a bottle of booze brings me to the brink.