Rations
Going it alone was your first mistake
Stepping on the backs of the friends you hate
Burning every bridge while you're under it
Quick to judge and fast to forget a name
Walk away before you slip up again
Burn down every bridge and open every vein to see what you're made of
You're rationing the pills, the poisons pick themselves
Finger is on the trigger of the pen in your hand
Take away the pain, you never asked for it
Always got the right thing on the tip of your tongue
It's always nice to be thought of
You're rationing the pills, the poisons pick themselves