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Done

by Frazey Ford

on Indian Ocean (2014)

I was taking every hit from you
You drive by shooting son of a bitch
And I'm done
Oh-oh, I'm done

Who told you that you could rewrite the rules?
And do you really take me for a god-damn fool?
'Cause I'm done
Oh-oh, I'm done

And you can drag me out before some authority
If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door

You've been pouncing my weaknesses, slandering my name
You've spent all your time trying to place your blame
And I'm done
Oh, I'm done

I used to think I hold the best parts of me
But sew the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams
And I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done

And I'm sorry that you don't like your life
But I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life
My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
No, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you

Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules
You wait for me to fuck up and find yourself some proof
And I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done

You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line
Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile
And I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done

And you can drag me out before a judge and authorities
If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore
With your doubts, with your doubts in my door
Well I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs at my door