Put to Sea - Quil

leave the lovers at the door

they dont come around here anymore

try to hold themselves upright

sweaty palms and hearts like ice

drunken stares across the floor

i cant take it anymore

throw your cards into the fire

is it any wonder i’m so tired

but you keep it in line

oh you keep it in line

and you keep it behind

a gritted smile take your pills and alcohol

you’re not missing much at all

how the hell’d i get so high

stumbling out onto the wire

kiss me with your bitter mouth

lips like not fucking around

wake me up so we can fight

wake me up before i

look right through your bedroom wall

this isn’t what i want at all

take me down for having thoughts

hate me cause i think too much

bundle up the parts of me

a two for one identity

every face is all the same

we were raised to play the numbers game

but you keep it in line

you keep it line

but you keep it in line

you keep it line

how were they supposed to know

how were they supposed to know

if we dont speak anymore

if we dont speak anymore

tired eyes have said much more

what is it we’re waiting for