Enemy Lines - Bayside

You say you’re happy

But you look so sad

Did you think I would keep this bitter tongue

Behind crooked teeth and angry gums?

Now you’re upset

But you’ve gotta admit, it’s catchy

Not that I think you care

But I don’t feel right being here

I’m not gonna make it after all

I am the last of my kind

Just a yank in southern battlefields

Behind enemy lines

And alone to find out how I wound up here

Every mistake, a reason to run

But a good soldier marches on

Knowing the worst may be still yet to come

You don’t want to hear it

When you could be wrong

What’s a house?

A bed?

A pillow?

A shed?

If you got no trust then you got no chance

You’ve got problems

And your bags are getting heavy

Not that I think you care

But I don’t feel right being here

I don’t think I’ll make it after all

I am the last of my kind

Just a yank in southern battlefields

Behind enemy lines

And alone to find out how I wound up here

Every mistake, a reason to run

But a good soldier marches on

Knowing the worst may be still yet to come

It was right before our eyes

I am sorry but I had to write a song

About how you were wrong

I’m not even sure you were

But dear, that’s how I cope

It’s all I know

Now we’re both casualties in this

And every kiss and every word

They were bullets spraying hazardly from lips

I am the last of my kind

Just a yank in southern battlefields

Behind enemy lines

And alone to find out how I wound up here

Every mistake, a reason to run

But a good soldier marches on

Knowing the worst may be still yet to come

And the worst may be still yet to come