(Verse 1)

Have you ever felt the cold shoulder
From a former owner of your love and respect
Witnessed the icy shrug when someone asks
If they ever look back?
It's like you can see the snow
Fall right off those tee-shirt sleeves
Makes you wonder if under the skin
Their veins have become some frozen creeks
Where the blood don't flow
Only the apathy
Crack like patterns
Map the anatomy
Blue as Alaskan seas
Emotional atrophy
Post relationship social anomie
My dad was on his deathbed
You heard the last words that I said
To the man who worked till his hands bled
To keep a roof over my head

(Chorus)

I'm not disposable
I guess, I'm an extra in your life
I'm not the hero of any story
Gory, glorious, or otherwise
Love the lies, troubled ties
Not a trace of you'd be found
Off to a new place to a new face
And the past won't hold you down
Fuck your friends, you've got her
Leave them clowns to say their worst
You're a new man with a new you plan
So let them boo and curse
So get at 'em boy, what purpose do they serve
So get at 'em boy, what purpose did we serve

(Verse 2)

Practice the stone face
Capture the tone right sure
We don't matter
Only you have to like her
So you're a lifer
Not her disciple
We were all trifling
Sight unseen
Pure as the earth after the storm clears
Cured of the dirt that put the worms in your ears
Washed away the saints in the flood
With the bloody lowly sinners
Like the baby goes out with the holy bath water
Never mention my name to your sons and your daughters
Offer the olive branch in the winter
When it's the harshest, harvest the litter
We're all the trash you discarded with
So you could be a winner
Well the line starts here and it's only getting bigger
I'll be the first serving crow for your dinner

(Repeat chorus)

(Verse 3)

Now you're a specter, so I inspect spirits with every bud on my tongue
Like a hummingbird's nectar, licking it up at a hundred beats per fucking second
The liquor rolls like thunder across the plains of my guts to the liver
Feeling it quiver, it's gonna quit on me son
Any moment I'm hitting linoleum
Bittersweet is the victory when the competitors were quitters, shit
It's better to know where your hearts's always been and I'm keen to believe it's the head of your (hiss)
Sure you're not solely the reason I drink, lemme state that fact
But you're certainly not a reason to stop, I hope you see that

(Repeat chorus)