You’re an itch on my back that my fingers can not seem to reach. So I go one more day carrying my frustration. And I’d love to throw the first punch. The one that draws your blood and I’d keep your teeth as a reminder that I’ve won. But it never works out this way and I’m putting out this fire. I’ll let the steam rise up into the dark sky. I’m laughing this off. I’m laughing this all off. Swallow your language. Choke on the words. My ears are dead to you. And I feel it in my stomach and I want to shake this off, but the knots keep getting in the way. Why can’t I shake this? November, you were hard on me and I’m glad to see you go. Welcome in the new year with friends all around me. And it seemed to work out this way and I’m torching all that’s bad. I’ll let the smoke be a symbol. I’m alive again.
Track Name: Thanks But I Can Throw Myself Out
I once said that I would be your armored vest, but it ended being you who gave me the wound. Whoa, how you made me eat those words and now my stomach is full of irony. And you had to find yourself another. And I set fire to all my faith in others.