[Intro] [Verse 1] You swipe the plastic 'til it melts, order up the top shelf. Always playing victim, but you do it to yourself. Spent the rent money on a habit and a weekend, Now you're treading water, dragging me into the deep end. Saying how the deck is stacked, the universe is cheating, But you're the only one speaking at the pity meeting. It’s an art how you dodge every ounce of the blame, Like accountability is just a glitch in the game. You bought a pair of boots you couldn't even get muddy in, Now you're looking at your bank account, studying... How to point the finger at the city or the boss. You're the absolute master at transferring the loss. [Pre-Chorus] Here we go again. Same wreck, same warnings. Here we go again. Same scene, every morning. [Chorus] You never hold the match when the bridge burns down. You just sit in the ashes and wear the crown. Pocket full of debt, but you're pointing the finger. Leaving me the check while the smoke still lingers. Yeah, life is a bitch, and the struggle is great. But you're the one stacking the plates on the weight. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] I got the 2 AM text, stranded out in the rain. Crying 'bout the repo man causing you pain. But you left out the detail where you hid the damn keys, Always got a symptom but you fake the disease. If I try to do the math, try to balance the books, Suddenly I'm getting those betrayed little looks. Like I'm the villain, like I stabbed you in the back, Just for noticing the train went off the track. You weaponize the stress, make a shield out of sorrow. Borrowing from yesterday to gamble on tomorrow. Then you look at me confused when the well runs dry. So I just sip my coffee and I let you lie. [Pre-Chorus] Here we go again. Same wreck, same warnings. Here we go again. Same scene, every morning. [Chorus] You never hold the match when the bridge burns down. You just sit in the ashes and wear the crown. Pocket full of debt, but you're pointing the finger. Leaving me the check while the smoke still lingers. Yeah, life is a bitch, and the struggle is great. But you're the one stacking the plates on the weight. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] You tie your own knots. Then you blame me for the rope. You sell your own soul. Then complain you're out of hope. I'd offer you a hand, but you aim for the wrist. Just a professional victim on an amateur's list. [Chorus] You never hold the match when the bridge burns down! You just sit in the ashes and wear the crown! Pocket full of debt, but you're pointing the finger! Leaving me the check while the smoke still lingers! Yeah, life is a bitch, and the struggle is great. But you're the one stacking the plates on the weight. [Outro] Yeah. Keep the change. I'll get the tip. Like always... [Instrumental Outro] [End]
