Manchester Orchestra - I'd Rather Have lyrics

In a car on the driveway The conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas White lies and motivation were standing out so honestly I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes I think that 'I' is the only word in your vocabulary tonight Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead And I shut my hand in your door And I looked around, for a lifeline Well I would rather have a broken arm Than have my arms around you Well I would rather have a broken arm Than have my arms around you It took a minute or two to gather all of my neurotic thoughts Before I started to talk way to loud, loudly I thought to myself God, how do I find myself here again and again? My same black eyes stared straight ahead As I took my time with a cigarette There, enough, I'm still in love with the false hope of us Stabbed inside my chest Let me tell you, all about it. Because I would rather have a punctured lung Than waste my breath on you Because I would rather have a punctured lung Than waste my breath on you Although, my dear: I would rather have a broken heart Than give up hope on you Well I would rather have a broken heart Than give up hope on you We've got all the time that we need.