When my life falls apart, I write new songs
I wake up shaking more often than not. Room spinning, head pounding, mouth cotton, stomach in knots. You'd think I'd be tired of living this way; the truth is I would be, if this was any kind of life, if I had any kind of say. So meet me round the back, by the porch tonight. If you keep track, we'll make it through the night. And I know you said, "No, never again." But maybe just this once, can we just pretend? Maybe we'll fall in love again.
You could say things have gotten worse since I took the easy way out. But that's the thing about running away; the worse that things get, the less that you notice it. And yeah, sure, I miss the way things were from time to time; but I've lived long enough to know that life ain't a circle. It's a straight fucking line. So meet me round the back, by the porch tonight. If you keep track, we'll make it through the night. And I know you said, "No, never again." But maybe just this once, can we just pretend?
Meet me round the back, eight o'clock tonight. Cover up your track marks, I know a guy. And I know you said, "No, never again." But he said he'd hook us up, so tell me, are you in? Maybe we'll fall in love again.
You could say things have gotten worse since I took the easy way out. But that's the thing about running away; the worse that things get, the less that you notice it. And yeah, sure, I miss the way things were from time to time; but I've lived long enough to know that life ain't a circle. It's a straight fucking line. So meet me round the back, by the porch tonight. If you keep track, we'll make it through the night. And I know you said, "No, never again." But maybe just this once, can we just pretend?
Meet me round the back, eight o'clock tonight. Cover up your track marks, I know a guy. And I know you said, "No, never again." But he said he'd hook us up, so tell me, are you in? Maybe we'll fall in love again.