The Decline

The path that you're walking is lonely and fatal
For now I can go beside you, but -
Your exit is coming up. Break it off or keep going.
I'm trying to convince myself I still care.
You've walked the compassion straight out of me.
And while you can turn and get off easy,
I have no choice but to march on.
There's no room for rest stops or smoke stops or
Paths to the bottom made right for my feet.
Come on, darling.
I've seen what's at the end of that decline.
All the skeletons in your closet are waiting there
Past rock bottom, insanity, lost your mind
Past any fucking rational reason to punch them out
When they start spitting in your face
And pushing you into the grave you dug with your own hands
And foolish fantasies.
No thank you, love. I'll keep my skeletons in my closet
Where they belong.
I still have a chance to the top.