MUSIC FOR SALE

Yeah, a goddamn mess, that's the headline news, worthless ain't a feeling, it's the air I choose to breathe these days. The table's set for one, it's true, surrounded by the ghosts of me and you. Everyone's eyes, like lasers, judging every flaw, but middle fingers up, I ain't playing by their law. 'Cause when I'm crashing down, they won't be sticking 'round, too busy walking off without a single sound.

You can't outrun the dark when your spirit's seized, always the leaver, and I'm always the deceased in this damn game of hearts. So tell me, who the hell cares? Your silence screams the answer in the empty air.

You got your shiny life, your perfect little scene, guess being around me just makes your picture unclean. 'Cause I'm a broken record, skipping on repeat, this ain't a cry for help, it's the bitter taste of defeat. Yeah, my eyes are open now, the venom starts to fade, a promise to myself I've made.

So watch me walk away, into the fading light, tonight's the night I break free and finally feel alright. Used to crave a touch, a whisper in the dark, now the silence is a comfort, leaving its own mark. Sickening to be me? Well, baby, now you're free, no more heavy baggage clinging to your pedigree. This ain't a threat, it's the truth I spill, this one-sided chapter gives me a chill.

You can't outrun the dark when your spirit's seized, always the leaver, and I'm always the deceased. In this damn game of hearts. So tell me, who the hell cares? Your silence screams the answer in the empty air.
[Outro]
You got your shiny life, your perfect little scene, guess being around me just makes your picture unclean. 'Cause I'm a broken record, skipping on repeat, this ain't a cry for help, it's the bitter taste of defeat. Yeah, my eyes are open wide now, and you treated me so foul. And I'm gonna keep a promise to myself I've made. I owe you nothing, my worthless debt is paid. Turning the page fast, leaving you in the dust and us in the past. So watch me walk away, into the fading light, tonight's the night I break free, and finally feel alright. Maybe down the road, the dust will start to clear, maybe this heavy load won't feel so severe. But right here, right now, the only way to mend, is to walk away and let this bitter story end. 'Cause I'm a broken record, skipping on repeat. 'Cause I'm a broken record. 'Cause I'm broken and your song is overplayed.