Half-finished
Now, you see I wasn't quite done When you scooped the air from my lungs And now I went and swallowed my own tongue I hadn't quite finished my point when you took it from my hands And lulled me with sweet sweet dreams Empty spilling out of my pockets Hungry piled up on my plate I'll hold my own arm if that's okay Your strength was nothing but a trick of the light contending With my own eyes The final act of the night You can keep your damage I got mine. Staring me down by the truckload I never needed help ruining my life I'll manage just fine, thanks