[Intro] [spoken, cold, slow] Here we go again, same old song and dance... You open up your mouth and I assume the stance... Nodding like I'm listening, smiling like I care... But something snapped inside me and I'm already not there... [beat] You want a fight?... Fine..., you want the old me? Sure... the one who swallowed everything and came back for more? That guy's been quiet for a while now Let me wake him up one last time [beat] Fuck No! (breath) Fuck this! [Verse 1] [slower, deliberate, spitting each line] Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything you said... [beat] Fuck the guilt trip, fuck the games inside your head... [beat] Fuck the version of me that kept showing up... [beat] Fuck the hope, fuck the rope I used to pull myself up... [beat] (breath) Fuck the late nights, fuck the fights, fuck the apologies... [beat] Fuck the second chances, technically fuck monopoly... [beat] Fuck the blame, fuck the shame, fuck the narrative you spin... [beat] Fuck the person that I was for ever letting you in... [beat] (breath) Fuck the silence, fuck the violence of your indifference... [beat] Fuck the distance you created like it made a difference... [beat] (breath) Fuck the memories, fuck the chemistry, fuck what we had... [beat] Fuck feeling guilty for finally feeling glad... [beat] (breath) Fuck being the bigger man, fuck turning the other cheek... [beat] Fuck every single Sunday that I spent feeling weak [Verse 2] Count 'em, I did, and then nothing I reached in, checked every pocket, every drawer Every shallow grave I dug for your bullshit Empty! All of it! Fresh out! And the shipment ain't coming! [Chorus] (breath) Behold my garden of fucks is barren Not a seed, not a stone, not a prayer I gave every last one to the worthless And now there is nothing left ... (breath) The well is dry and I dynamited it myself Watched it burn and I felt nothing And nothing feels like everything [Verse 3] You're still talking, I can see your mouth moving Funny thing is I don't hear a word Used to be your silence was the thing that hurt me most Now your noise is just noise and I am done I gave my last fuck a Viking funeral Bought a drink, didn't even wave, my give-a-damn's busted The well is dry, I planted fucks in fertile ground Turns out I was the drought And the drought won [Bridge] [spoken, quiet, weary] They say every man has his limit Turns out mine was you I don't hate you, hate takes effort I'm tired! You want to know what this feels like? Yeah!... Not anger, not hate, just quiet... Like standing in a field that used to be a war... And realizing you stopped fighting so long ago... The other side never even noticed you left... This isn't defeat, this is what the other side of done feels like Does it look like I give a fuck?... Of course not! [Chorus] (breath) Behold my garden of fucks is barren Not a seed, not a stone, not a prayer I gave every last one to the worthless And now there is nothing left ... (breath) The well is dry and I dynamited it myself Watched it burn and I felt nothing And nothing feels like everything [Outro] Not empty, not angry, not broken, but free... Welcome to the garden
