The Pain of Losing Is Worse Than Leaving

Whiskey on your breath as you climb into bed

I check the clock, 3:16 am is what it read

You kiss me goodnight and then you roll over

Now it's my turn to stay up all night, but I'm the one who's sober

Which makes it even worse since I remember everything

Like how you raise your voice, or your hand to my face when you get to drinking

But you're way too tired to start a fight this late

You probably fucked some slut in a dirty, one-stall bathroom who was barely older than jail-bait

How can you kiss me with that foul mouth of yours?

It's been on shot glasses and karaoke mics and between the legs of fucking whores

Maybe one day I'll get the courage to leave

Maybe one day I'll go far

Or maybe I'll stay in this town and go to a local bar

Maybe I'll meet a man, he'll buy my drink, and that will be the start

As I lead him into a dirty one-stall bathroom and think of all the ways I can break your heart