Volcanoless In Canada - Funny Like Strange lyrics

Blame the fingers that ran Through her hair, now my head Has some running to do back in bed Where trees meet the stars on her skin And expectations beg to dig in She found me sealed in this jar Preserving and fermenting The demons that dwell in the bar Where I said you'd be mine Now alcohol will sum up the time Of our life 'Drain the weight from your head' Said a friend, he declared 'Guy maybe she just fell outta care' I don't care if his lips were sweet This seems to be a pattern for me Now I force you to go All alone, and although You're deserving to be taken back I just can't act like this means nothing to me Blame my mother for the morals I keep (but weak) Smothered to sleep, in the glorious "maybe"... 4am, alone in between these sheets Is the wine in France as great as you dreamt it Would be? Is distance k**ing you like it's k**ing me? At least at 4am the tears feel like home