You're like d**
You're like matches
You're an icy patch of road
And I cannot get control
Your written word duly matched my wit
The distance closed, I can't deal with it
What's wrong with me?
When did I become cheap?
"I can't find love in a small town, the cold midwest, or on sinful ground
My soul says, 'Fall with the rockslide,'
But my head says, 'Stop, you will bow with pride.'"
Go, go...
I can't say no
And don't slow down
If the drip isn't worth the squeeze
Make yourself scarce at the next strong breeze
They're tainted goods
You got out fast like I knew you would
I've hallowed your pressing presence
In the absence of your essence
Go...
Now brush away the face you've seen;
The starry eyes, the vibrant gleam
You're shrewd to walk away
The days that I can't see are the days that we can breathe
I trip on a thickened tongue
But I really mean everything
Just shine
Stop on a dime
Cross the straying straight line
Give a good look behind
You'll find me
If I can't get up
Then we could stay up tonight
If I can't get up
Then we can stay up tonight