Better & Worse

Tomorrow I'll Be Gone

I'm sick of the way you smile,

And look me in the eyes.

I haven't believed you in a while,

I'm tired of the lies.

I hate your fingers, always pointed at me.

The way the littlest thing makes you so angry.

The weight of a fly pushes you off the edge,

Replaying my words, I don't even know what I said.

You're jealous, of nothing.

I'm tired of pushing; you aren't budging.

Did you forget you were the one to cheat?

Or is that now obsolete?

You're not mad anymore? Well I am.

Like that matters, you don't give a damn.

I'm past mad, I'm pisted!

I took all your bullshit, and its come down to this?

I hate you, and this box you've got me in.

I'm stuck, with or without you,

There's no way for me to win.

My life shouldn't be about you.

I'll be gone by the time your back from work.

I loved you; I hope this'll hurt.

I hope tonight you can't sleep,

No matter how hard you try to count sheep.

Remember my voice; you'll never hear it again.

This isn't a break-up that ends as friends.

Loose my number; forget my face!

Tomorrow I'll be gone, leaving no trace.