Dashboard Confessional - Hell on the Throat (acoustic) lyrics

A line of strands to mark the trail No one said it would be easy I must admit I thought the risk Was better waged in younger seasons And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat 'Till everything I say burns like cinders Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song In the crease of a strangling winter It's strange to be lost, stranger to belong On the strings of a twisting line Along the way the turns are sharp No one said it would be easy I must admit, I thought the trip Was better made in younger seasons But all these years in pursuit made a man of a fool 'Till every word I say is unwavered Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song In the case of a selfish believer It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong On the strings of a twisting line Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song In the case of a selfish believer It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong On the strings of a twisting line And when the path I have made from the gra** to the grave I will love you still And when the sand turns to gla** and all that's left is the past I will love you still