All my character flaws leave me wanting something I could never be

So let me do my worst

I won’t panic because I’m forever keeping cards close to my chest

In a bid to be less honest

What happened here? Don’t they say that what we want is all we are?

Maybe time will tell.

The only drama you know is so soap-operatic, with your head in the sand

(Begging for a crash landing)

And I guess I lost the only fight I had left in my veins

So let’s talk about something else?

I wouldn’t dance with the devil but I’d dance with every one of his friends

There’s a tiny spark of hope in every word you say

I’ve been up for days (in this awful state)

Trying to keep my head above the water

In an otherwise empty room with an old guitar

Trying to meet my conscience.

When the riots came I did my best to be a liar

But it’s one part ‘nerves’ and two parts ‘perfect’ I hoped, but didn’t think you’d notice

If you could speak for yourself, you’d tell me how

To make this sound like a quiet concern (of that I’m sure)

You couldn’t fight back if you tried, and I wish you were gone

And I’d thank you kindly to keep this quiet

We have a situation, I’m on my knees and praying to some God

I’ve lost all hope in - we took our chance and left it open (so, so much for hope)

When the riots came I did my best to be a liar, so

Don’t be so cynical.. I’m the best at keeping score

(We breathe the same air, just for different reasons)

What a waste of such a good heart

The gloves are off but you, you can’t fight this

What a waste of such a good heart

All bets are off and I’m not proud of it

I was there when the plane went down

Yeah I watched as your lungs gave out

And I’d thank you kindly

I’ll tear you down - you said that you promised when I told you to keep me close because we’ve weathered worse than this