Put to Sea

leave the lovers at the door
they dont come around here anymore
try to hold themselves upright
sweaty palms and hearts like ice
drunken stares across the floor
i cant take it anymore
throw your cards into the fire
is it any wonder i’m so tired
but you keep it in line
oh you keep it in line
and you keep it behind
a gritted smile take your pills and alcohol
you’re not missing much at all
how the hell’d i get so high
stumbling out onto the wire
kiss me with your bitter mouth
lips like not fucking around
wake me up so we can fight
wake me up before i
look right through your bedroom wall
this isn’t what i want at all
take me down for having thoughts
hate me cause i think too much
bundle up the parts of me
a two for one identity
every face is all the same
we were raised to play the numbers game
but you keep it in line
you keep it line
but you keep it in line
you keep it line
how were they supposed to know
how were they supposed to know
if we dont speak anymore
if we dont speak anymore
tired eyes have said much more
what is it we’re waiting for