turning tables beats us in the chest i’ll watch us fade hang our heads in shame the blinding light was just a setting sun but after all that’s what i thought it be at least for me i’m going to lie on my back and find a reason to leave it’s for the hundreth time that we fuck up and still wondering how we threw it all away we should have made it through was it all enough to be enough for you day in day out always in the halflight while my brain splits in two to give up was never a choice for me and you just turn your head and you will see