**[Intro]** Yeah— Save the sermon. Let’s get this over with. --- **[Verse 1]** Well hi there, name’s irrelevant, Skip the pleasantries—get *to it*. Always talking, never listening, Same opinions, same bullshit. Something’s off or something missing, I shook hands with bad decisions. Think I’m joking, think I snapped— Yeah, something’s wrong, that’s not a secret. I move like a goddamn zombie, One-track head, flask still on me. Room spins fast, clothes still damp, Brain on rinse, spun like laundry. Who’s gon’ stop me? You and who else? Thought I said you don’t affect my health. Call me stupid, call me unstable— That’s just how I learned to deal. You say *never*, I say *maybe*, That’s the gap you can’t explain. --- **[Hook]** Been drunk eight days a week, Yeah, I know they fucking hate me. By now I’d pay to be a better man Before I pay to watch you save me. No hope for the lonely ones, You know the rope when you *know*, you know— But don’t choke, when it’s done it’s done, The dance is dead, no more dos-si-do. --- **[Verse 2]** I’ve been gone so long I forgot the route, GPS just says “figure it out.” Fill my glass, I need silence now, Not advice, not another mouth. Mirror flickers, face don’t land, Can’t tell friend from counterfeit hand. Haven’t slept, eyes won’t close, If I let go, I’ll implode. Why the long face? Why can’t you see it my way? Why you gotta tell the whole damn town What I did last night, what I didn’t say? Everyone’s got a theory now, “Insight” into how I live. Who I fought, who I fucked, What I hate, what I forgive. Black eye, yeah I earned it, Bad mouth how I’m existing. How ‘bout you mind your business, Shut your mouth—we’ll call it even. Fuck you and your “good advice,” I do what I want, that’s why I survive. That’s why I write what you can’t touch— So pour it again, I’m fine enough. --- **[Hook]** Been drunk eight days a week, Yeah, I know they fucking hate me. By now I’d pay to be a better man Before I pay to watch you save me. No hope for the lonely ones, You know the rope when you *know*, you know— But don’t choke, when it’s done it’s done, The dance is dead, no more dos-si-do. --- **[Bridge]** Year’s ending. Didn’t change. Fuck it— Who else did anyway? Everyone swears they care so loud, Funny how it sounds like air. If this is growth, if this is healing— I’ll stay right here. --- **[Outro / Refrain]** I don’t know— I don’t know my way home. I don’t know— I don’t know my way home. I don’t know— I don’t know my way home. I don’t know— I don’t know my way home.

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