I'm Done - The Julie Ruin

You got that slow drip pity, a snowed in car

I hear your opinion all the time now

Sitting in a old chair leaning on the bed

Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread

I wanna finish this and wish you much fun

Hope you understand when I tell you I’m done

I’m done

I’m done

Well you serve it on a tray

But you change it every day

And you still don’t seem to know

That I’m not here you to please you

Or beg on my knees

Or be the villian on your show

And I can’t, and I won’t, and I don’t

Even hear you

I said in my head, it’s a loss to be near you

I’m done speaking through a shamed face

I’m done eating up your fake rage

I’m done writing to-do lists

And I’m done with your «better person» bullshit

I’m done

I’m done

You got that slow drip pity, a snowed in car

I hear your opinion all the time now

Sitting in a old chair leaning on the bed

Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread

I wanna finish this and wish you much fun

Hope you understand when I tell you I’m done

I’m done

I’m done

I’m sick of waiting around

To be heard from six feet underground

And I’m sick of your disappointment

Tasting like a bottle full of poison

Done

Done

I’m done