I should thank you for making me an authority on losing
We're both addicts, you can't go a week without boozing
And I can't go a week without getting impaled by some black tarpit heart dagger
Giver of all battery acid aphrodisiac I inhaled

You toss thoughts of me back with hard liquor
My appeal now paper thin, it's not hard to figure me out
Of the equation and leave me alone with the one who laughs loudest at my jokes
And alone with this standoff grudge against the phone
Knuckles scuffed down to bone
I knew you stopped needing me
But I couldn't believe you were leaving
I couldn't see the transplant for the bleeding
And I didn't think it was a surgery worth repeating
If I could make you fall in love with yourself, I'd do it
Pull up a lawn chair and watch your species end there
In your own tarpit heart

I see you're having lunch with corpses
Painted question marks sit around your campfire lashes
Easing all features to follow your Marco Polo nose
All your parts are so easily coerced into any campaign
Your face makes a slave out of you
Brown hair falling about you like well-conditioned chains
You play the role of painting when I'm angry
A lost picture that diffuses spite from bruises you left
Inanimate but still contaminating every mental sanctuary 'til every art form needs renovating
And every self-examination becomes more necessary
My grandpa's flannel shirts, the new anti-therapy

If I could make you fall in love with yourself, I'd do it
Pull up a lawn chair and watch your species end there
In your own tarpit heart

I think next time I'll leave a darker marker
(One that takes at least two shots to wash it down)
So you have to sneak into the club when I play your town
And I can be sure you're breaking things because I'm not around
Preparing the two words (you'll never say) in case I'm found
My heart says that it's over
My hands are moving on
But the songs keep writing themselves
It's like my consciousness is fighting my up-righting my health
My ears can't hear you coming back
My eyes don't want to be involved
My tongue will burn like acid
'Til the shape of you dissolves.


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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