Pull the trigger

The bottle hits the table with a hollow, heavy sound You’re spinning out of orbit, keeping everyone around trapped inside the cycle of your whiskey-soaked charade

Watching all the promises and sanity just fade. You spit your venom sideways, let the ugly secrets fly

Then wake up in the morning with a manufactured lie You say it’s just the liquor, that it doesn’t mean a thing But I’m tired of the damage that your drunken hollows bring.

You want me to be quiet, you want me to play nice But I’m done paying for your sins and rolling these loaded dice The truth is in the bottle, but you’re too scared to look inside there’s nowhere left to run, and there’s nowhere left to hide.

I’ve stood my ground in the fire, I’ve owned up to my own mess While you’re busy shifting blame and causing nothing but distress You think that you’re clever, playing both sides of the fence But your lack of any backbone makes absolutely no sense. You’re a coward in the daylight, a tyrant in the dark

Leaving every single person with a deep and painful mark I’m not gonna beg you for the words you can’t provide I’m cutting all the tethers to the poison deep inside.

So pull the trigger on the silence, let the truth finally scream I’m waking up for good from this nightmare of a dream you can hide behind the amber, you can drown inside the glass But the time for your excuses has finally come to pass i’m not your punching bag, I’m not your mental crutch I’m done with all the games, and I’ve had more than enough!

You’re a ghost of your own making, a shell of what you were Everything is fading to a gray and static blur I’m walking out the wreckage, I’m leaving you behind To rot within the prison of your own fractured mind!

No more begging, no more pleading, no more waiting for the change I’m stepping out of line, and I’m out of your range!

Keep your glass raised high, keep your secrets in the deep I’m taking back the promises you never meant to keep. Yeah, you’re on your own now. The bottle’s dry. And so am I.

So pull the trigger on the silence, let the truth finally scream I’m waking up for good from this nightmare of a dream You can hide behind the amber, you can drown inside the glass But the time for your excuses has finally come to pass

I’m not your punching bag, I’m not your mental crutch I’m done with all the games, and I’ve had more than enough!