Wildly Swinging - Broadway Calls

Sleeping pills and vodka on a Friday night

Wake in time to go to church on Sunday

Despite reports of my collapse, I’m ok

Thriving winter, dying liver, empty mailbox, fucked speakers

And I heard we finished last in the gimmick parade

You draw the line

I cross it every time you feel the need to remind me of where to be

And it works, you see, ‘cause you’re not like me

As you live off hating others, I’ll be singing with my brothers

Waste your time on me.

Tear me down if you need

You butt of the joke.

You’re against the ropes and you’re wildly swinging

Angry former lovers make my stomach knot

I’m a failed writer mostly in the evenings

Don’t like what you hear?

You’re the one that preaches, «never hide feelings»

I dare you to dance to opinions of stowaways

I dare you to dance to opinions of stowaways

Waste your time on me.

Tear me down if you need

We both live off being clever, but nothing lasts forever