I guess that means I'm nothing to you
Half past seven
Left to miss you
Broken glass on the old dashboard
Just another thing I ignored
But I guess you reap what you sow
Just to complain and fuss
For all the promises you owe
The promises you owe
I can't bear to hear the sound
Of your teeth on the concrete
From all the lies you sold
You're being chased down the
Side street all the way near your mothers home
Stop by my place
Take your pile of
Clothes you're not in love with me
She's the one you chose
You're standing too close to the painting
All you see are lines of you
Everything in life comes too late
You're too late
You're too late
You're too late
And I can't bear to hear the sound
Of your teeth on the concrete
From all the lies you sold
You're being chased down the
Side street near your mothers home
Hell is your jaw on the pavement
I know you wish your corduroy pants had pockets
You're tired of carrying things in your hands
You're tired of carrying things in your hands
You're tired of carrying things in your hands
You're tired of carryings things
You're tired
Oh you're tired
I can't bear to hear the sound of your teeth on the concrete
From all the lies you sold
You're being chased down the side street near your mothers home
I can't bear to hear the sound of your teeth on the concrete
From all the lies you sold
You're being chased down the side street near your mothers home