How To Quit

Crumpled up bills, guitar picks, keys and some change

Fall from my hand to a nightstand in a motel chain

Door deal, tip jar, just enough money to pay

The minimum, get me to next month, fill up the tank

Just shy of two rings, leave a message after the beep

Hey, it’s just me, thought I’d catch ya ‘fore you went to sleep

Hell, I know you been screenin’ my calls for the last couple weeks

Girl, ya know you been breakin’ my balls and I’m strugglin’ to breathe

No one ever taught me how to quit

Get a grip, tuck in your lip, kid

Stare down the barrel and grin as the cylinder spins

Glass in the carpet and beer all over the wall

The motel manager pounding the door in the hall

Revolver on the bed, the voice in my head, damn it all

Everyone’s screamin’ and waitin’ for the hammer to fall

No one ever taught me how to quit

Get a grip, tuck in your lip, kid

Stare down the barrel and grin as the cylinder spins

No one ever taught me how to quit

Get a grip, tuck in your lip, kid

Stare down the barrel and grin as the cylinder spins