Stomping Ground

Two years sober
Two years clean
I'm still ruined
And you're still some kind of mean
You've always been so fucking mean

I come back home to see you
You don't know why I'm here
You've got some bitch up in your bed and she still reeks of beer
Do you like to do to her
What you would do to me?
The things I cried about for weeks
That no one would believe?
You've got your head on backwards
To keep an eye out for your enemies
So you won't see me coming
To put your knife right in the heart you always hid from me

Play with fire
You'll get burned
But that's a lesson
You never learned
Play with fire
Watch it burn
Now it's a lesson
You're gonna learn

I cut your feet with broken glass
And stain your floor twenty shades of red
By the time I'm done with you
You'll cry to God and pray for death
But I won't give it to you yet

Two years sober
Two years clean
I'm still ruined
And you're still some kind of mean
You've always been so fucking mean

You act like you don't know
You say you want me to go
But now I'm the one in control

Play with fire
You'll get burned
But that's a lesson
You never learned
Play with fire
Watch it burn
Now it's a lesson
You're gonna learn

I cut your feet with broken glass
And stain your floor twenty shades of red
By the time I'm done with you
You'll cry to God and pray for death
But I won't give it to you yet

Two years sober
Two years clean
Now you're ruined
And now I'm the one who's mean
I guess I'm just fucking mean