There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,

pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.

Murder now the path called "must we"
just because the son has come.
Jesus, won't you $#&@ing whistle

something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?

I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.


I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.

I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.

I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.


Trust me.


Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.


Trust me.

I want what I want.