the Last Straw.

And oh, it falls apart so fast.
You're popping pills and pushing cash,
though no one wants your dirty bills.
You're taking shots, you've had your spills.
And oh, your face, it shatters like glass;
can't stand the guilt that's come in fast.
You've had your chance, I bid you well
over the stench of beer and hell.
And oh, you're shaking, teeth like knives.
You've had your fun through all the lives.
Don't second-guess, you stupid fool;
you've done enough, you've been so cruel.
And no, this doesn't help your case:
You're packing up, you're making haste.
So many things have come to pass;
over the years, we've made it last.
And oh, whether it's for good or bad,
you're running like a coward,
and you've finally made me mad.