Courage, so careful where Your nights often end For someone so lonely you Got a lot of friends And they're still all waiting their turn It's your approval they need to burn on Outside of day jobs there's cigarettes That seem to follow up with it
But I can't make the lines out To carry you alone
A patient, so sterile Where your night's will never end In a cadence of plans which We never could pretend or begin to act out inside here On the bar stools and discount beer Within the chorus lines of hand-picked songs I see that I just don't belong
You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in The busy rotation of what goes wrong But I can't make the lines out To carry us alone
You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in The busy rotation of what goes wrong But I can't make the lines out I'm never gonna make the lines out