Bless myself with this f*cking gift of saying the right
thing when it's need to be said.
So well thought, almost real, one day and I'll start
believing it myself
Bless myself being so goddamn rational, so much sense
when the damage is already done
And even though, I must say that it does make sense to
me, it feels like shit
The last thing I ever wanted to hear that it's probably
the best for the both of us
These words are me, I know but I swear I didn't have to
use ‘em
These words are mine, I know but I hate it, them coming
out of my mouth
A price I was more than willing to pay to keep me from
drifting from you or me