Things That Don’t Kill

Choosing not to dissolve completely was easier than deciding to stay,

It took five gallons of pure revenge to get me out of my own way.

In those slow moments before I touched the trigger, I saw your face

And I knew in an instant that racing my own demons

Is not really a chase.

Choosing not to let myself die was much simpler than deciding to live.

I see you’ve worked on your alibis, they’re dark like some oil spills.

Each moment of pain reminds me of you with the force of a bitter pill

So I pack up my pride just to let you speak about things

That don’t really kill.