My Last Shot (feat. Ubiquitous Twist)

Well it's a 40 hour work week, and its cigarette burns

On the blanket you bought me, and it still really burns

Its a cancerous notion that I take with me everyday

And my friend says he's still hurting, and that it never goes away

And I know the twitching won't stop, until the alcohol does

It's like killing a cop; you can't outrun yourself

It's like rose-colored glasses, they'll take you for what you got

So the next time you hit me, please kill me, 'cause this is my last shot

Well it's a sobering feeling when you meet that last kiss

And the pit in your stomach, for the things to be missed

Its like signing a death note for a child at play

Or waiting for blood-let as the knife slips away

I fight for what I've got until the wrecking ball drops

It's like breaking a mirror; you gotta pick the pieces up

It's like playing with matches, I'll take you for what you got

So if your finger's on the trigger please pull it, 'cause this is my last

Shot me down in no time at all, from our rise to fall

Then you keep on going

I'm all used up so I'll let it go, at least I won't feel the fall

I'll just nod off and break over you

I know the twitching won't stop, until the alcohol does

It's like breaking a mirror, you gotta pick the pieces up

I've been biting the bullet, waiting for who-knows-what

So if your finger's on the trigger, please pull it, 'cause this is my last shot