P.S. Eliot - Zoroaster lyrics

I bet you thought you'd die before you'd see the day When I'd adhere to these trite, tender cliches Like you and me, we've been through everything Why we deny this pattern or what underlies Teenage southern comfort, penitent goodbyes And my laments always sound like lullabies It's how our heart's contrived, to hang heavy We get caught up all drenched in misanthropy Disagreeing just to disagree And either I'm sadistic or they fall in love too easily But it's not red light love It's not the grief that forces succumb It's not cold night love It's not the strain that forces us numb I know that you'll believe me, that I meant no harm Your empathetic discourse is like an inner alarm That you and me always end up back in each other's arms It's our tender, tenacious hearts They hang heavy