Tonight I sit with the dark again
Guns drawn, aimed into the distance
Routine again
Stomach, throat, eyes on fire
Deep inside, churning
My fingertips tap out this message
sos from my sinking ship, I let the ring slip out of my fingers
Loose lips and all
Soon I'll be back in the cold
Lungs and skin flushed with heavy breathing
Hard
Hard.
In the dark no one can see you blush so what does it matter?
Why can't I just let the cat out of my bag
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
Another shot in the dark
Another shot
Another shot...
Bottom line? I'm part martyr, part used car salesman. Sorry, but that's just how the math works