By the time that we woke up,
we couldn’t stop the sparks,
we couldn’t see outside,
when the curtains fell apart.
We couldn’t hear the books
when the pages curled away.
We should shut that window
we both left open now.
We lost our chance to run,
now the door’s too hot too touch.
We should hold our breath
with mouths together now.
So loud,
so loud,
slow down,
slow hound.
They want to conquer you,
abandon you.
I want to burden you,
belong to you.
They want to think for you,
pour drinks into you.
They want to look at you,
while I look everywhere for you.
I want to sever you,
defend against you.
I want to speak for you,
as if I know what you’ll do.
One bad night I’ll hold the glass
until the glass can hold me down.
And one bad night I’ll spill and spill
until my feet begin to drown.
One bad night I’ll hear you calling me
to help you not pass out.
You and I, divine but not devout,
every night my teeth are falling out.
Try it, try it, try it
Try it, try it, try it, try it
Get your jaw off the floor
One dumb night I’ll make a point
to take an old verboten route.
And one dumb night I’ll take you out,
to the bar we've both blacked out.
One dumb night two bad decisions
don’t divide to cancel out.
You and I, divorced but not devout,
every night my teeth are falling out.
Rolled together with a burning paper heart.
Pulled together but about to burst apart,
rolled together with a burning paper heart.
If I never get back home,
there's no garden overgrown,
no widows in the walls,
no widows left alone,
No shirts to hang or fold,
no kid out in the cold,
no widows on the walls,
no widows on the phone.
If I'm stuck out here alone,
if I'm stranded here all year,
with just nothing left at home,
no widows disappear.
If the wheels jump off the road,
there's no widows left to know,
no perfect love above,
no punishment below.
When they shake,
say the wings won't break.
One broken wing,
soaring and suffering,
arm in a sling,
I don't owe you anything.
I’m a bad absentee,
you know when I want to leave.
So close up your knees,
and I'll close your parentheses.
I’m a bad amputee,
with no phantom memory.
So close up your knees,
and I'll close your parentheses.
Every time we speak,
you are spitting in my mouth.
If I don’t take you somewhere else,
I'm gonna pull my teeth right out.
Every time we meet,
you are shrieking in my ear.
If I don’t take you somewhere else,
you're gonna make this insincere, come on.
Everyone I loved,
kept me tangled in my heart.
You’ll tie that knot a bit too loose,
not enough to tease apart, come on.
Everyone I hold
holds me strangled, sweet and smart.
I’m not a puppy you take home,
don’t bother trying to fix my heart.
You wanna climb up the stairs,
I wanna push you back down.
But I let you inside,
so you can push me around.
If I leave before you,
and I walk out alone,
keep your hands to yourself
when you follow me home.
I don't want love.
We wake up with pounding heads,
bruised down below.
I should have built better walls,
or slept in my clothes.
So if I see you again,
desperate and stoned,
keep your prison locked up,
and I will leave my gun at home.
I don't want love.