11 Months

Intro: Take me back and put me in the throes Of your hardwood nights and your dirty clothes Under the eaves of your cocaine episodes I watched it all burn down At the end of the hall on the second floor Got your glass in my eye just to be ignored As I stared through the holes in your broken door Let’s try it one more time 11 months and still no peace 11 months there’s no relief It’s too late for what you wanted 11 months for you to grieve 11 months is your reprieve It’s not enough to turn around Dressed to kill that’s the only innocent Way to cope with the pain as the fear ferments Under the guise of your last heard argument You’d do anything for him Feed the roots of your love and his alibis After the chains we played in your suicide Feeling guilt is a half-bred battle cry But that’s close enough for you 11 months and still no peace 11 months there’s no relief It’s too late for what you wanted 11 months for you to grieve 11 months is your reprieve It’s not enough to turn around I see for miles from the top of your steady course Holding out for the peace using lethal force Sitting in, spitting out what you can’t afford We won’t try this again