This bottle is to all the
Guards I put around myself
Times I failed to love myself
Nights I always cry to myself

This blade is to all the
Long roads I have walked with you
Coffee afternoons I have shared with you
Beer bottles I have smashed with you

These pills are to all the
Dreaded school Mondays you have lightened up
Down moments from where you have picked me up
Hollow holes in my heart you have almost filled up

This day is to you
Now that everything's over between us
I'm getting over myself, too