Courage so careful
Your nights often end
For someone so lonely
You've got a lot of friends
And they're still all waiting their turn
It's your approval they need to burn on
Inside of day jobs and cigarettes that seem to follow up with it
But I can't make the lines out to carry you alone
A patient so sterile
Your nights will never end
In the cadence of plans
Which we never could pretend
Or begin to act out inside here
On the barstools and discount beer
Within the chorus of handpicked songs
I see that I just don't belong
You play the part of a thoughtless romantic
In your busy rotation of what goes wrong
But I can't make the lines out to carry us alone
You play the part of a thoughtless romantic
In your busy rotation of what goes wrong
But I can't make the lines out
I'll never make the lines out