We don't talk anymore
Because you say I don't sound like myself on the phone
Is it bad that I can't tell which feels worse?
If the cigarettes don't cloud your lungs and rot your teeth
And the d** don't eat your heart and slur your speech
If you make it home tonight without k**ing anyone else
I hope you find a way to hurt yourself
At least when you're too drunk to drive and trying to leave
I know you're not coming home to me
But I wonder what I'll feel when I see your name on TV
I wonder which of us will feel more relieved?
Are you choking back broken gla**?
Because I'm chugging gasoline
Guilt is all that stops you from leaving completely
But the engine's on fire and I'm stuck inside
I said I was fine and I lied