Bless myself with this fucking gift of saying the right thing when it's need to be said.
So well thought, almost real, one day and I'll start believing it myself
Bless myself being so goddamn rational, so much sense when the damage is already done

And even though, I must say that it does make sense to me, it feels like shit
The last thing I ever wanted to hear that it's probably the best for the both of us

These words are me, I know but I swear I didn't have to use ‘em
These words are mine, I know but I hate it, them coming out of my mouth

A price I was more than willing to pay to keep me from drifting from you or me