i hate waiting around for confirmation when i know what’s about to come
i’m just sticking around to see if i should come out to be the wrong one

each time, each and every time i turn out right, i hate myself for it more each time.
could’ve saved myself from the hurt, could’ve saved myself from the pain
instead i give myself a shot from playing the waiting game. each time i lose the same.

god the disappointment feels so good when saturated with liquor
i drop anti-depressants for this bottle of chardonnay cuz it works quicker
again they say it aint a solution, well hon, i beg to differ
life’s a ***** and yet here im feeling like a winner.