Two years old…
Just wanna be done with addiction/Done with the friction/Done with working on forgiveness – forget it
All the egg shells walked on
All the times I justified that it was us wrong
Falling for a drunk’s cliché
Seeing through his beer goggles
Believing what he has to say
He didn’t do it
He didn’t mean it
It’s all so stupid
He doesn’t believe it
Not him, he’s not capable of being abusive
Not him, we had it coming.
Don’t provoke him & there’ll be no problems
Don’t provoke him & there’ll be no violence.
The assaults & verbal abuse, easily forgot them
Move on in hostile silence.
He doesn’t remember
It’ll be better if we all pretend together
That it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen.
It’s not the true Jim. It just isn’t.
It’s denial. It’s clichés. It’s him. He did it.
I no longer need convincin’.
It’s addiction. It’s friction. Until you’re done with it, I can’t work on forgiveness. Forget it.