Do you sleep well at night?
Every word is a stab to the heart
Thank you for throwing me under the bus
For your inabilities
It’s been so long since the wheels tore my skin
I’d forgotten what it felt like
I remember when I thought this time
Would be a real opportunity
What a naive fool I am
Not seeing the same old signs
Flashing in my face
Thank you, sir,
May I have another?
There’s still space for more burn marks
If you need to dodge the heat
I’m the expendable one, after all
So step on up and step on me
Trying to keep your own feet clear
