Articles Of Faith - Every Man For Himself lyrics

The cracks in your face where the porcelain broke some things don't get better with age and I swear I remember everyword that you spoke and the china you left in your place A litany of faces I'm number one counting backwards from one hundred and count on one hand the truths that you spoke and every lie you called romantic Given a choice between you and me you pick you and I'll pick me I'll never forget what you said when you left Everyman for himself Your new dress fits well with a pointed smile I hope there's no cracks at the seams and a modest appraisal for the things that you value prove that some things worth more than mere dreams In my bedroom there's a wasteland where the story card broke and the darkness builds up from the floor like walking through a mine field with both eyes closed at each step expecting the worst bought random in panic what wasn't expecting I don't think that pain is romantic and at everystep fall till it's all a dull throb Yeah sure - love conquers all