Running through the graveyard
Asking how to play
Pointing at the headstones
Trying on their names
Breaking for a game plan
Like I'm a halftime quarterback
And you're my part time lover with a lust for another
And I just wanna win you back
I'm dusting through the index
For the symptoms and the signs
Cold hands, shallow breathing
Jaundice skin around the eyes
And the lingering of illness
And the death in this disease
Makes you a part-time lover with a lust for another
And I just wanna get you free
You're a part-time lover with a lust for another
And I just wanna get you free
Yeah, I'm a young grave digger when your blood's running with her
And it's not who I want to be
And she's a widow maker
She's an undertaker
And she's nothing but a your disease
And I'm a halftime quitter
I'm a 3-way splitter
Cause I'm no longer in the lead
And I'm tracing through the grapevine
Did you ever feel 90 days
Remembering the mornings
I'd be trying on your name
Before graveyards, before halftime
Before symptoms on repeat
How are you long gone lover
Will there ever be another
Why couldn't I just get you clean
How are you long gone lover
Will there ever be another
Why couldn't I just get you clean