they say patience is a virtue
but i’ve waited long enough
i’ve thought a lot about it
& i’ve decided to call your bluff
it’s true, you did forgive me
for staying like a coward
but it’s not the sermon on the mount
it’s only happy hour

i’ve always been your buffer
now it’s time i let you be
& whatever else you do from here
it can’t be down to me

you knew that it would happen
you are running out of road
but i’m an armchair backseat driver
& i’ll get you where you need to go
yes i’ve seen how much it takes
to forever hold your peace
so put your head between your knees
& you will be released

but i want you to remember
before i turn the key
if one of us is going down
it won’t be down to me

we spilled some of your blood
& i let it rush to my head
now you have the better half of me
the half you take to bed
i’m not simple but i’m easy
& i’ll do whatever it takes
i still remember how good it felt
when you slammed on the brakes

but i’ve forgotten more than you
it’s plain enough to see
if you wanna get nothing done
i think it’s down to me

you know it takes a lot of work
to have no thoughts on anything
but you were so opinionated
you had seats on every wing
now i’m staring at a picture
of someone who could have been me
at least before we both ended up
so frighteningly free

you know i’ve had it up to here
with your false modesty
if someone has to disappoint
i guess it’s down to me

it’s funny what a difference
a little difference made
to see it all come crashing down
while all the fiddles played
now you’re the kind of siren
that drives everyone away
from what i hear, you’re still around
but only when it pays

sometimes it’s hard to think about
our buried history
i would call you up
but only if it wasn’t down to me