No apology

What did you think was gonna happen?
How could you expect anything else from me?
Let's talk realistically, 'cause we've all avoided that to this point.
and yeah to this point...
You don't call the night a success until the evening ends
With someone holding back your hair while you're holding back your tears.
You've done so much that makes you feel adventurous
But that doesn't save you from waking up in a cold sweat.
You're waking up in a cold sweat...
Wondering why where you are is just as bad as where you've been.
You've fallen into this cushion of excuses.
The only thing that I've seen change is the faces and their names.
I guess the irony connects when I imagine all our friends
Hanging out and talking again.
And yeah it's fair to say we won't be enemies
or whatever word you'd like to use to get yourself to see the truth
about what you've become.

In your ocean of self medicating ways to keep your head above the waves
there's an undertow of a lack of self-control
built to sweep you away
And it waits for you.