You’re the easy choice when all else fails
Weighing all my options and you’re cheap and for sale
So while I’m getting through to you
Better make it count

My empty stomach could care less for food
Monumental choices at my every move
So while I’m getting through to you
It’s all easy going at the rate I lose

Fuck you, I’ll never be sorry
I’ll save my truth for the weekend
I get loaded, there’ll be no stopping
My endlеss diatribes that manifest
From the week I lеft behind

So now what’s the point of biting down?
Hold my tongue and brace myself to stick around
What’s the point in telling lies, to walk on shells?

Truth is you’ll always be around somehow
Cause I love you despite every wound
It’s love that so sure it’s assumed
As I trace my steps and keep finding you

Fuck you, I’ll never be sorry
I’ll save my truth for the weekend
I get loaded, there’ll be no stopping
My endless diatribes that manifest
From the week I left behind