Quitter

I′ve spent so long

Tryna to make right on my wrongs

But I miss being stoned

'Cause it would make this easy

If I give myself an inch

Hell I might take the mile

And she can′t take my calls when I'm too drunk to dial

I'd love to sugar coat this

De-thorn all my roses

But she caught me at my lowest

The hardest part of getting clean are all the damn apologies

Paying tolls on bridges that I′ve burnt

I′ve been afraid of growing up 'cause that would mean to sober up

But stoned and drunk don′t mix with loving her

Does that make me a quitter?

Does that make me a quitter?

Lonely as I may be

I'd rather that she hate me

For who I am and not the man whose hands were shaky

I finally seen a sunrise

And I could not believe it

Curtains open wishing she was here to see it

And I thought that I could handle

Both ends of that candle

But I′m throwing in the towel

The hardest part of getting clean are all the damn apologies

Paying tolls on bridges that I've burnt

I′ve been afraid of growing up 'cause that would mean to sober up

But stoned and drunk don't mix with loving her

Does that make me a quitter?

Does that make me a quitter?

The hardest part of getting clean are all the damn philosophies

Telling me how this is ′supposed to work

I′ve been afraid of growing up and losing friends I used to trust

But stoned and drunk don't mix with loving her

Does that make me a quitter?

Does that make me a quitter?

Does that make me a quitter?

Does that make me a quitter?

Does that make me a quitter?