and even more worthless arguments
And lightening your tears
Your crumbling mansion and our fallen em pire I'm
slipping far away where you can't measure
Counting the red flags with
Missing more than a few pages
Cause I'm hanging the jury,
but not the one that convicted me
Cheering from the sidelines,
for the superstar to fall
Equal and op posite, inequal,
My dark discovery of your cold
I thought you promised not to
Counting the abandoned airports
Littered with rusty incumbents
Well, I asked for a refund on
the love and hope I signed
And taken back the land grants of the borderline,
Your wish was my reprimand,
And through this famished night,
We'll both jump from different pens
And pull down your posters
And rip up that black dress
And I'll pretend you complete the
The giggling sages of gallery number ten
What choice have I been given?
You're tipping the scales
In your bedroom gaming palace
Where the gun spells hope
In the land of wedding sales
But it's gloriously obscured
We each fall on different sides
Along each and every curve
And on this shortened runway
I think I've finally lost