I made friends with my boredom
But it just won't love me back
I made an enemy of prudence
Gave me the year of the rat
I sidled up next to torment
It was atonement I'm sure
Suffered the company of triumph
The fastest friend of them all
I held the hand of an old shame
Wished it would die in my arms
I've sat in idle with conscience
Touching both of my palms
Stood on the shoulders of ritual
My favourite drug of the lot
I played a game with my vengeance
I won but not the prize that I thought, I was wrong
I broke the jaw of my patience
I think it's finally subdued
I called the number for fortitude
Humiliation ensued
I pressed my nails in devotion
But it gets off on the hurt
I whittled dolls from reprisal
They wouldn't stay in the dirt
I scraped and saved all my venom
The potency was benign
I did my best with approval
Spat on its back every time, every night
Wrung out the towel of my romance
Manipulated perfume
I plunged my tongue into weakness
It postured me out the gloom
I took control of the hunger
Its friend starvation ain't kind
I grew the cancers of worry
She cut them out every time, just in time
I'm on my way out
Stay with me
It's been so heavy
But I was born free
I'm on my way out
Stay with me
It's been so heavy
But I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
I'm on my way out
Stay with me
It's been so heavy
But I was born free
