Arrogant Sons of Bitches - Have Fun Rotting By Yourself

I’m takin’ the last train home tonight.

I’m drinking but I can’t get drunker than this.
I’m going home alone again with a checklist of my ex-best friends
and a headache the size of your little white lies,
blood dripping from my head into sore black eyes.
Place my brain between my hood and the vent.
Walk home from the station, no friends.

Killing time by killing myself slowly.
Drugs and booze and tobacco companies own me.
You said you never meant any harm,
but you meant what you did.
Now I’m hurt, you’re alarmed.
I’m a replaceable picture in your house,
I’m a dispensable character from your past.
I’m not feeling safe, come on, pick up the fucking phone.
I can’t accept when this night ends I’m going home alone.

Posted on June 12, 2012 with 19 notes
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