These Tearing Seams

It never rains it pours
My friend..well let me stop you there..
It always comes in three's
My friend..did you not hear what I just said?

Save me the bullshit bar talk
Please save your breathe
I don't wanna talk about it
Which part don't you get?
Save me the bullshit clichés
Please save your breathe
I don't wanna think about it
My boot is what you'll get..

No I don't wanna drink
I don't wanna touch
I never knew a heart
Could ever hurt so much
N I'm not sure what's left
Of who I use to be
Or how much longer they can hold
On to these tearing seams.