well I lost my life in the tidal night with a spit-cracked grin full of porcelain, and I know I threw up on the side of my house, but the red wine rot just got me that time. Yeah, I am the deer and you are the car, and I'm dancing in fear at all these dying stars -- ghosts are holed in my walls, so the lights are staying on, and I leave my will to fight in all these three year old scars.
and we're going out on the town, yeah I gotta leave this place now.
and we're hopelessly, helplessly gonna drown in the talk we've been trying to drown out.
well I lost my mind when I broke your trust, and I blacked out on some dirty couch. With the boilerplate luck and the typical excuse, it was unclear to me how I had misused you, but I felt the snap and I went insane, parking lot of Metro-North before the passing trains. I wanted to tear the guts from the old iron fence, so defenseless from such a classic example.
and we're going out to wake up now -- yeah your lover's broke and stranded in the west.
meeting people who won't know who I am, yeah I swear baby I will try my best.
it was a blackout year and you were the cause, 'cause I owed you so much and I never live up to my
promises with my dirty heart.
and baby I just want to get so drunk that I can eat the night and fuck everything up and
come on home to you and have it be okay
that my head was missing while my body rolled away.
and when the new year comes in it's white veils I'll know that I can finally stop trying.
so I can eat the night and put my brain on a pedestal.
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