Scarlet Street - Patron Saint of Bad Ideas Lyrics

I know your secrets
I know everything you're trying to hide
You're putting everyone on blast as a way to pass the time but you want mine

Heard your footsteps across the hall
Loud enough to shake the walls
Weighed with revenge and alcohol
Most people tend to clean their mess
When they know they're having guests
But you've made exceptions for last call

And I'm tired, I want to live in black in white
I want to stop this pointless fight
I don't care what's wrong or right

I've seen you make a compromise
For what you are on the onside
Steep enough for you to hide
You stress everybody out
It's hard to picture you without
A crutch to live and die by, now

And I'm tired, Don't want to pull that pointless thread
Put this rhetoric to bed
I faked a smile, frowned instead
There's no hope left for us all
You took the fun out of it all
And when confronted, you just deflect
You've got an ego to protect

Oh, They say, you were wrong, you're always wrong
You've been turning this into something that it's not
Oh, I say; There are good days and there are bad days
And the bad days seem to happen quite a lot

You seem to spend most of your time
In the back of your own mind, mistaking yourself
For divine
You like to think that you'll relate
You never even contemplate
These bad ideas, they're all your own