Not That Good Anyway

These aren’t that good anyway
He’s not that good anyway
He’ll reach the maxed-out speechless state
And he still tries to dominate and
I can tell that you want more, but you’re resisting
I can tell that you want more

Put off by all my wastedness
It’s an impenetrable mess
But you still come to call
Strip down and beg
And we want more

I pick my battles from my soul
And it’s still easy to ignore
The hard work coming that knocks me down
The same hard work always knocks me down

And I abuse myself out of habit
I abuse myself
It’s the simple things that rescue me
I abuse the things that rescue me

But you still come to call
Strip down and beg
It’s past my bedtime again
I got you under my skin

You contaminate the end of the day
And I carry all that extra weight
And something good can come from it
If you seek soothing