you lie awake too sick to sleep
in you tell yourself, "this is the
last time" once again
its hard to take each time it begins
but ride it out and seal the
deal with handshakes
you lie all day each time the crave comes
you tell yourself its something
that youve been through
and its getting late its
late enough now youve worn
yourself down just enough to buy
what you say
youll be better when its gone better
in the long run - much worse for
it now.
whyd you take this on? why'd you bring
this home?
it grows old, but youve grown older now,
so make peace with what you owe.