Not Done

You are terrible and I’m feeling the pull
It’s dragging me down and it’s dragging me still
I am pitiful and I’m incapable
I’m under a spell and I’m under it still
No way. No I’m not Done just yet
No way. No. I’ve got too much left to regret
Just one more then I’m done, this is no longer fun
I need another need another need another one
A vice grip on my lips and it’s all come to this
Face down on the ground in a puddle of sick
No way. No I’m not Done just yet
No way. No. I’ve got too much left to regret
I don’t care
I don’t care anymore