I’ll Bury the Hatchet When They Bury You Capstan

You were like an anchor
Tied to my ankles
Dragging me deep
Cut you loose so I could breathe

And on my better days, I'm full of contempt
You're a sickness in my head
The part of me that I detest

You've got me fractured
A slow burn 'til I'm ashes
A violent reaction
You're the cancer of my cells
All your memories hurt like hell
I'm fading faster
Is death what you're after?
'Cause I never mattered
There's no cure in someone else
Search for solace in yourself

You destroy what's left and call it karma
A religion founded on your pain pills and vodka
You gravitate to self-inflicted trauma
Clinging to a broken past as if it were your dogma

You tore me apart
Took what I loved
Left me with broken parts
How do empty hands rebuild?
How does a vacant mind restart?