It’s taking all I’ve got,

To untie our knot,

All I can smell is the beer on your breath,

The wine spilled on her dress.

All the flowers you bought.

It’s taking all I’ve got.

All I can hear is your screams,

You’re crushing my dreams.

It’s all in your plot.

It’s taking all I’ve got,

Not to see,

That I just want to flee,

Be anything,

As long as you’re not my king.