What Would You Have Me Do? - David Ford

Another empty bottle in the hand

It helps to kill the things that we don’t understand

The thoughtless speak «yeah, i’ll be there for you»

Now sleep through all the dreams i never made come true

Well i’m a fool for you

What would you have me do?

Oh i’m a fool for you

I, i…

Trust this wretched heart to be so sure

I’ll stake my life on this, but i’ve been wrong before

Now i don’t blame you blanking me that time

From all the awkward «how are you?'s» and «i'm just fine’s»

Well i’m a fool for you

What would you have me do?

I’m a fool for you

I, i…

Feel that spin revolver in your hand

Well it’s impossible, you wouldn’t understand

Who do we think we were to even try?

When this fear has claimed the souls of better men than i

Then i’m a fool for you

What would you have me do?

I’m a fool for you

What would you have me do?