The Best Ever.

I'll keep my mouth shut from under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
'Cause all these conversations wind on and on.

It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you're so far sighted that you can't place trust
In what or who you recognise.

You were so condescending
And this is all that's left
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want.

You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew
Red wine and cigarettes
Hide your bad habits underneath the patio.

With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement
A movie script ending.

I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes
To your window's view
Will give a new perspective
The hardest part is yet to come.

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn to climb again.

Suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure countless repeats
The gift of memory is an awful curse
But I won't mind.

My brain's repeating
"If you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises
Your love is gonna drown.