You sit with your friends in a cloud of smoke,
Laughin’ while you turn my pain to jokes,
Call me “useless,” call me “insane,”
Just so they’ll pour another drink again.
Every fight becomes your headline news,
Twistin’ facts to fit your twisted views,
You act so loyal when we’re face to face,
Then drag my name all over the damn place.
Yeah, you love that barroom sympathy,
Playin’ victim for your little audience seats,
But they only know the lies you spin,
Not the hell you put me in.
You’re out every fuckin’ night without me,
Talkin’ shit like it’s your therapy,
Tell your girls I’m the bad guy now,
While you sneak around this whole damn town.
Backstabbing wife with your venom mouth,
Burned our love from the inside out,
You trade respect for cheap attention,
Then blame me for the tension.
You wear that ring like it’s just for show,
Then disappear wherever the drinks all flow,
Midnight calls and drunk excuses,
Every damn truth you touch, you abuse it.
Your friends hype you up like you’re some queen,
But they ain’t there for the in-between,
For the cold-ass silence when you come home late,
Smellin’ like liquor and bad mistakes.
Go ahead, keep trashin’ my name,
Keep actin’ like I’m the one to blame,
But one day that crowd will disappear,
And all you’ll hear is your own damn fear.
You’re out every fuckin’ night without me,
Killing trust so casually,
Tell the world I’m hard to love,
While you act innocent as fuck.
Backstabbing wife with a hollow soul,
Diggin’ deeper into every hole,
Now the truth cuts sharper than knives —
You destroyed us one lie at a time.
So cheers to your fake nightlife scene,
To the gossip and the gasoline,
Hope those strangers keep you warm —
’Cause this house ain’t your home anymore.*
Matrix