The kids are gone, that bitch to blame! The only fucking thing remains
persisting overwhelming shame that things will never be the same
Endless nights of whiskey pot and infidelity forgetten
Wishing that we hadn’t fought in every fit of feeling rotten
The stench of liquor on my skin the only judgement of my sin
is fucking judgement from within, my skull feels like it’s caving in
The tragedy’s becoming clear, I fucking miss you deborah, dear
These lonely nights of tears for fears and lean cuisine and costco beer
it’s not enough, I hate my life, I fucking miss my fucking wife
I fucking miss my fucking wife, I fucking miss my fucking wife
I know I know I know that what I did to you was wrong.
The irony of knowing what I should have all along
It’s way too fucking late to fix the problems that I made
I wish I could have changed before the love began to fade
The bed’s too big, the night’s too long, the half and half is almost gone
I live a lie, it isn’t fine. There’s too much quiet all the time
The supertarget’s filled with dust, my boss smells like the city bus
I stock the shelves, it never ends, the hula hoops and jelly pens.
Bitter hours of harsh reflection, crying in the produce section
Children staring, wond’ring why the sweaty balding worker guy
is breathing heavy near the chips. I’m fucking done, I hate this shit.
The job, the house, the in-between, the emptiness of everything.
It’s not enough, I miss my wife, I fucking hate my fucking life
I fucking hate my fucking life, I fucking hate my fucking life.
I know I know I know that what I did to you was wrong.
The irony of knowing what I should have all along
It’s way too fucking late to fix the problems that I made
I wish I could have changed before the love began to fade
It’s not enough just screaming that I’m sorry at the wall
Excruciation knowing I can’t get to you at all
all consuming loneliness is overwhelming me
every night it begs the question be or not to be
Utter fucking worthlessness is all that I can feel
The time slips through my fingers but the wounds refuse to heal
I stand here with the xanax doing anything to stall
The time has come the wait is over, goodbye to you all.
