Still Figures

I think I'm starting to get the picture
My old habits are making it tough for me to stay
And I'm always losing composure
Your opinions keep me from ever being or ever feeling safe

Harsh words are hard to swallow
But you were never really one to let things go

You'd fight against the curve of the earth where the sun sets
Your last breath spent cutting down the cobwebs

Conflict of interests
(It's not me, it's just that you've nothing to say)
Let it carry you away
Thin air, the moral high ground
(It's not me, it's just that you've thrown it all away)
Choking out every word I say

Cause I can't fight to save my life
But I can try