If the night creeps forward, tick by tick, the river of tears will run dry, quick. I'll sing the songs of getting drunk, heal my body, soul, and funk.
So what if you never come back to me, all around, separation's melody. Don't listen to anyone today, you see— know that I'm living quite happily, free.
Think you've managed to lose me, do you? Hey, the whole game's still left to play through! How much lower will you bring yourself down? Today I'll speak—tell me, how will you drown me out?
I sold a sliver of joy for a handful of sorrow, accepted all your neglect as my own to borrow. You can keep running away, keep your flight— in the end, I'll be the one to win this fight!