Rid 

Oh the sacrifices I have made

The prayers I have whispered into the darkness of night

The deals I have made with Devils 

The escapes I’ve planned 

The murders I have plotted

To be rid of you. 

The things I say

Oh, the things I say

when I am drunk

My honesty is 

Self-degrading 

Give me what I want, boy

The whiskey says

You don’t have to read my mind

anymore

For some reason I’m still supposed to read yours?

No, I will never be ready

for the real world

I can’t take the pain

But if you let me escape

you

I hope you regret it

for a very long time.