From the recording Basement Stories
Lyrics
It’s hard to forgive
the way that you left
It’s hard to forget
You throw out your options
Then throw down your cards
On a long shot bet
Go on trudge to the bus stop
I won’t give you a ride
So you can hold a grudge
My better angels
Are taking a break
Won’t even budge
I’ll help myself
To another slow round
Till I hit the ground
You’re better off leaving
No place for you here
Go on find your own way
My cut flowers are dying
Petals making a mess
Sweep them up then pray
I’ll help myself
To another slow round
I’ll help myself
To another slow round
I’ll help myself
To another slow round
Till I hit the ground