Redwine and Xanax

Play the last song
Drink the last drink
See the last girl
Think the last think
Depart the promenade with no particular electric lady
Stumble to the car and she says *** me baby
This is when I take her to the house
Sit her on the couch
Kiss her on the mouth
Retire to the linen spread
Cut the lights out
Shut the door
Now you know what the rest of it is about
But I dont want to look back on my world
At some meaningless *** with some meaningless girls
It also doesnt mean that Im this bleeding -heart Hemingway
Looking for the love of my life and then pretend to say
That Im a revolutionary lover not a fighter
Cause everytime I get her close to me I seem to fight her
I either press too hard or deflect when theyre pressin
Relation****p sabateur its actually quite depressin
The girl likes boy, somehow the boy blew it
And boy wonders if hell ever learn how to do it
The right way, he might say something wrong
And believe that he can fix it just by singing a song
If you rise with the sun and Im not in your sheets
Theres no need to lose sleep
Its not you its me
Youve been everything and more I couldve asked you to be
But like I said in the speech, its not you its me
My mama raised me better than to love and retreat
But at the end of the week, its not her its me
My shared key anyone with two eyes can see
Im selfish and I made it all about me
So now I talk about my ice cream and Vicodin love
Who made me wish I never seen the inside of the pub
Every man she touched, eventually shed ruinem
She never bothered saving face, because she knew she had two of em
Hit the town with other boys and it spun me in a panic
Had me writing ****tty poetry on red wine and Xanax
I see her on the street acting dumb insane
Thinking that novocaine smiles gonna numb my pain
Yo her language of deceit led me to find that in the end
The greatest lie she ever told me was that we ever were friends
Like a fool I believed I could rely on her help
But when the cards were laid down I had to do it myself
And thats cool, open wounds only make you stronger
And when they heal over they will hurt no longer
Shes with god knows who, doin god knows what
And I can honestly say that I do not give a ****
Woman theres nothing at the bottom of that bottle of booze
You cant hide from the truth, its not me its you
You own a lifetime supply of casual glue
Therein lies the proof, its not me its you
I suppose thats what I get for all the things that I do
I hurt more than a few , but it was never to you
I didnt need to write it down cause you already knew
Youre selfish and you made it all about you
Im more comfortable with pigeons than I am with doves
More in tune with indifference than I am with love
Cause I know those things better, those things are closer to me
Im more comfortable with pigeons than I am with doves
More in tune with indifference than I am with love
Cause I know those things better, I said I know those things better