Before I ever spoke, you warned people I was quiet
Coughing when you'd smoke was synonymous to riot
You'd play rough with syllables and break my bones
I would play invincible to sticks and stones
That I'd pick up when you'd hiccup from the liquor
You'd fall quicker than when David shot Goliath
Mama always said my words hit harder than a bullet
Got a trigger for a mouth but every time I'd pull it
You'd play rough with decibels to shut me up
Then you'd make it physical and I would run
Up the staircase where you'd fall
Face down from stumbling up the crumbling bout of steps
All thanks to karma
But karma takes a while
I could work much faster
I am just a child and you are always plastered
If you're such a bad, bad man
Mama wouldn't be mad then
Maybe she can finally be happy
Tippy-toed I'll reach for your overused prescriptions
These labels with your name cover copycat addictions
Empty bottles weigh much more than when they're full
This will prove that you are not invincible
While you sleep still, I'll mix those pills in that liquor
You'll fall quicker than when David shot Goliath
Push me to the side while you're barely breathing
I'll say "suicide" and they will believe me
"He was just a sad sad man
Do you even blame him
God knows he would never be happy."
Maybe I can finally be happy