I’m on the outside looking in.
I’m in the back seat trying to collect myself.
I’m the loser bound to win.
We’re in the back seat trying to restrain ourselves.
I just can’t look at him.
He’s got the face of god
my he’s wonderful.
I know the future's looking dim.
“You want to talk for a minute?”
That’d be wonderful.
And I want to get back to you
In the way that an addict can’t get enough.
Like falling for the moon.
Sew up all the stitches in your jeans.
Think of all the bigger better means.
Just because you don’t know what I mean by finding peace.
Running out of tape staples and glue.
Go through hell and end up back to you.
I gotta say I don’t know what to do
Any of the things I say when I’m wasted
aren’t embellished truths I’m just acting faceless.
Looking like my crew could use an emotional facelift.
Looking like we spend a little too much time getting faced in basements.
So cold that we freeze.
How cold can I be?
Getting all dressed up for a glass of gin.
Getting all worked up to commit some sins.
Got a real eye for the morning light.
When the sun leaks in roll over
touch my spine.
Face the facts with me.
The love of my life is better free.
I sat tight for days and days on end.
There’s a difference between personal and making false amends.
I said what I meant.