I'll stay sober when I come home this October, and I'll
Break the windows and let the chill put us to sleep. But
If I were to stay for a while, I'd reprise the same
Condescending style; I should go, I should go if I'm gone
Already. Give me the chance and I agree, I let it take
Over me, and we're both so tired of this pacifying. Give
Me the week and I'll be leaving; I'll be waiting for
Things to calm down. You just want me to say I'm afraid
To commit to anything. But I'm not ready to say that yet.
I'm unsteady, I guess I'm drunk already, but this could
Be the call that finally hangs me outside to dry. I'm so
Nervous, I guess I got drunk on purpose, but if I've done
Nothing wrong, then why are we already screaming?
