Done

I was taking every hit from you you drive by shooting son of a bitch, and I'm done, oh whoa, I'm done Who told you that you could rewrite the rules, and do you really take me for a goddamn fool 'cause I'm done, oh whoa, I'm done And you can drag me out before some authority If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me but I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door You've been hunting my weaknesses, slandering my name you spend all your time trying to place your blame, and I'm done, ohhh, I'm done I used to think I hold the best parts of me, to soothe the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams, but I'm done, oh whoa, I'm done. And I'm sorry that you don't like your life I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my mind My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you no, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you guitar solo Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules wait for me to fuck up, and find yourself some proof and I'm done, oh whoa, I'm done. You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile, and I'm done, oh whoa, I'm done And you can drag me out before a judge in authority if that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me but I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore With your dogs, your dogs, at my door Well I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door