And when the speed it hits me
I finally feel at home
till I'm going gone.
And when you say you want me
you tell me I'm your beaux.
I'll just roll over cause I'd probably rather
be sleeping, baby.
Cause you drive me crazy.
You interrupt my concentration.
I like it.
We built a lie on this foundation.
I hate it.
And now I'm gonna count to three
and you're gonna look at me
and we're gonna say goodbye
for the very last time.
And I'll say,
"I wish we could go back to a time and place
where we would never meet".
And you'll say,
"I wonder how your shit-eating grin
looks when you have no fucking teeth".
So J be nice when you finally see her.
What a sub-par use of my shit demeanor.
What a complicated way to say,
Track Name: Iron Things
Rusty pile of iron things.
My hat hair falling in my face.
Another missed phone call.
I can almost hear your voice so guttural.
The room feels small.
And in the morning I know you'll call
and say, "Honey isn't it a little early
to be drinking wine?"
"These days I do all I can to pass the time".
So with every broken bottle
and with every mistake I will make
I'll leave a million broken hearts here in my wake.