Moving On

Two packs a day and a smoker's cough

She told me quit and I flipped her off

Everybody thinks they know whats best for me

They're all too blind to see that I walk alone

A squealin tires and a door slam

She's drunk again, I don't give a damn

Everybody's got their own cross to bear

Stop acting like I should care, cause I don't condone

Now it's judgement day, I got the devil to pay

And I'm riding shotgun down a burning highway tonight

I'm searching for a state of execution

Maybe just an ounce of absolution to make things right

And if I'm high, I'm elevated

I'm not worn, I'm a little faded but I'm not gone

And if I had it my way, I'd find me another day to say

I'm moving on

I kicked the hinge right off the door

Shattered glass across the floor

An old syringe and a bag of pills

That's where she finds her thrills

But I think she's lost

And I don't have any regrets

But I'm not finished yet

Bloodshot eyes and whiskey breath

Some things are worse than death

But I hate the cost

Watch me--I'm moving on...