This was never my strong suit, all the months I've set away
Doors revolving bowls and bottles blurred the deadline comfortably
The most work I've put forth's to put off responsibility
Hardly conscious, owl hours finding downtime in a dream
Too blind to see who's behind makes for assumptions and shadows to take the lead
I concede my fear, but this creeping contempt is only what I'll permit to appear
Gonna keep playing some tunes 'til we get a little bit farther
To grovel for your blessing seems a hell of an offer
Don't bother; I'm hurt, but we're too far to stop here
Gotta keep paying our dues even if it only gets harder
Smash up the house and all the windows in it
Burn down the house that flooded our equipment
Trash the fucking house until we find the car keys in it
We'll find home without
I am sure of the potential if I could stop making excuses from my phone to the time
Not to waver with the weather, finding shelter outside
Bleach the mold that's on the ceiling; clear the cough syrup isle
In-between self-assurance and an open mind
Make efforts not to interrupt but know how to still be alright
It's gonna happen...
But now the generous and loyal, who I am grateful have cared
Would let our lives become leverage while we've next to nothing to share
Not to take them for granted, just to save this marriage...
So I fix to this feeling as my only sense of pride
New perspective, coins collected; this is ours, not yours or mine
Born the bride of the music. May the music never die
Sayonara. Toast tomorrow
'Til then we can't just wait for it
Never said that we could do it alone, but still, we can't just wait for it
Light our asses up and take to the road
Home's wherever you'd offer