The Very End Of Every Me

Eighty-seven months trying to grow up,

Now I'd give anything to mess it up.

I'm building backwards.

I mean to speak but I choke on words.

Half away, half apart,

It hurts to hear you say I've got no heart.

It's not that easy,

I don't do easy.

Lean on the edge of everything.

The very end of every me.

Can't you see what's left of me?

I walk through the quiet supermarket aisles,

I buy some relief like it's my favorite brand.

You see me unravel.

Nothing's forever after all.

Rien n'a changé, rien à voir

Quand je criais, je chantais, m'enrayais la voix

J'ai tout fait pour tout changer, mais rien ne va de soi

On s'aime à se repousser, à en rayer la toile

Et j'ai eu mal à en perdre du sang

J'ai tellement tout retourné que j'en ai perdu le sens

J'ai déjà pensé à sauter, mais j'ai perdu le fil

Comme au portes du vide, comme au bord du centre

Et maintenant j'suis back

(I let it happen,

I know what will happen.)

I'm back!

Back up against the wall!

Come and mark my words,

It's written in my skin!

I won't cross out all these words,

I won't waste any more ink!

It's too late to save what's left of me.

This is the very end of every me.