You could've told the truth, but that's on you

Newly diagnosed spectrum child, it's been a while
I took a trip in your shoes, and I've been walking for miles
I've been dragging my feet, and so have you, it seems
So I'll count down the days like I grind down my teeth

I burned the bridges back to you
I burned the greener pastures too
Now I'm somewhere in the middle
You could have told the truth, but that's on you

Wouldn't want to put ideas in my head
Wouldn't want to set the precedent
Just whiskey, nicotine, opiates
That's good livin', but you're better off dead
Wouldn't want to put ideas in my head
Wouldn't want to set the precedent
Just whiskey, nicotine, opiates
That's good livin', but you're better off fucking dead

Should have just killed myself instead
That's good livin', but you're better off fucking dead
Should have just killed myself instead
That's good livin', but you're better off fucking dead

I burned the bridges back to you
I burned the greener pastures too
Now I'm somewhere in the middle
You could have told the truth, but that's on you

So come on, let me play with the pepper spray
And the guns in the parliament
You better tailor my suit so it's fit for the shape of a charlatan
So come on, let me play with the pepper spray
And the guns in the parliament
You better tailor my suit so it's fit for the shape of a charlatan

Kill your kin on the words of a harlequin
(Kill your kin on the words of a harlequin)
Hanging by a thread like a noose from a tourniquet
(Hanging by a thread like a noose from a tourniquet)

I burned the bridges back to you
I burned the greener pastures too

I burned the bridges back to you
I burned the greener pastures too
Now I'm somewhere in the middle
You could have told the truth, but that's on you
That's on you
That's on you
That's on you