I'm Done

You got that slow drip pity, a snowed in car
I hear your opinion all the time now
Sitting in a old chair leaning on the bed
Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread
I wanna finish this and wish you much fun
Hope you understand when I tell you I'm done

I'm done
I'm done

Well, you serve it on a tray
But you change it every day
And you still don't seem to know
That I'm not here you to please you
Or beg on my knees
Or be the villian on your show
And I can't, and I won't, and I don't even hear you
I said in my head, it's a loss to be near you
I'm done speaking through a shamed face
I'm done eating up your fake rage
I'm done writing to-do lists
And I'm done with your "better person" bullshit

Done
I'm done

You got that slow drip pity, a snowed in car
I hear your opinion all the time now
Sitting in a old chair leaning on the bed
Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread
I wanna finish this and wish you much fun
Hope you understand when I tell you I'm done

I'm done
I'm done

I'm sick of waiting around
To be heard from six feet underground
And I'm sick of your disappointment
Tasting like a bottle full of poison

Done
Done
I'm done