I chose neither to change the world this evening
Nor to die, but have myself slowly destroyed
With a couple of mates, supporting the counter
Passing pieces of paper for the hope of joy
But there's a smile shooting from the corner
Taking tiny bites with big sips of booze
Dressed in all red cut deep and high
Leaving anxiety about who she's gonna choose
Whatever I say is part of the mission
A sort of addiction to a warm little space
Words may be appreciated, which
The dim lights fail to celebrate
There's grounds to lie
It smells like love is around
Each story told is good apropos to
Extend the hands
There's grounds to lie
It smells like love is around
Unaware of breaking my rules she says
"Write me a song that won't make me sad"
Trees fall, new planets are born, while I'm
Watching drops of rain roll under her blouse
In the middle of nowhere, it's still undecided
If it's waste of the time or start of anything huge
Whatever I say is part of the mission
A sort of addiction to a warm little space
Words may be appreciated, which
The dim lights fail to celebrate
There's grounds to lie
It smells like love is around
Each story told is good apropos to
Extend the hands
There's grounds to lie
It smells like love is around
Unaware of breaking my rules she says
"Write me a song that won't make me sad"