Sacrificial Lamb

I am leaving your party

I am walking off the alcohol

You and me in the corner

Already feeling small

At my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb

At my best, I am something you could handle

The things that make me feel better

Will hurt me eventually

And the people I trusted

Will worm their way out of the scene

Does it feel like pity

When you don't feel anything at all?

I am leaving your party

I'm not having fun anymore

At my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb

At my best, I am something you could handle

At my best, I'm a second rate plan

At my best, I am whining and you know

At my best, I am something better out of sight

I can tell you what you mean if I know it's alright

I tried to keep it from you but it just came out

Now I'm wrecked on the subway like a shell of myself