Lyrics
Courage, so careful where
Your nights often end
For someone so lonely you
Got a lot of friends
And they're still all waiting their turn
To approve all they need to burn
And inside of daydreams there's cigarettes
That seem to fall away
But I can't make the lines out
To carry you alone
I'm patient, so sterile and
My night's will never end
In a cadence of plans which
Never could pretend or begin to act out inside here
On the bar stools and discount beer
Within the chorus lines of hand-picked songs
That say that I just don't belong
You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
The busy rotation of what goes wrong
But I can't make the lines out
To carry us alone
You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
The busy rotation of what goes wrong
But I can't make the lines out
I'm never gonna make the lines out
