Eyes dry and aching
too late and too tired to care
closed the door, and turned the key
too willing to sleep so angry with me
Can't we just let it go?
Your screaming isn't worth the breath
as heartbreak doesn't equal death.
Your fiery angst is ill deserved
But I find belief in every word
Your self-absorbed and miserable identity
does not deserve my adjacent misery
I can pretend the things you say aren't dumb
because the blood in my veins makes me so numb
The fact is now to me so plain
how clear it is that you are insane
and rather than hear one more stupid lie
I'd sooner let this sleeping dog die.