thank you

I can’t write myself out of this one I left too much on you I can’t fight myself out of this cuz This shits hard for me too It’s not an apology An hour in this seat Dying of boredom Will somebody call me please They’re all like what’s a good time To like come over tonight But I don’t want to talk to them I know I put you down And I apologize I want to pick it up where we left it But I don’t have the right I’m sinking this week I’m thinking I’m weak And drinking in threes And I’d swallow my pride if It chased a shot And I’d take it in stride If I could walk And I can’t sing myself out of this cage And I’d mean what I say But everything I say is just so fucking mean I can’t steer this car off this hell bound track I don’t steal but I take it all back And I can’t write my way out of this And I wish we could talk but you’re just not mine to miss So I made this quick Because I know you’re god damn sick of it And I would be too So (thank you) (2021)