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