Into The Reasons
i'm pulling you to me;
my fingers in your wounds.
ice storms won't water your eyes.
pressing the truth from you.
if it's me or nothing,
choose nothing.
there's nothing right with me,
othing.
i'm just making myself colder.
innocence set to time.
you can tell there's something wrong;
you can see it in my eyes.
if it's me or nothing,
choose nothing.
there's nothing right with me,
othing.
ow left to your own devices,
it's "a quarter to three"
and you can't breathe.
she's downstairs covering her eyes
and wishing you'd leave.
if it's me or nothing,
choose nothing.
there's nothing right with me,
othing.
so break a bottle and cut me up.
i'm stuck between right and wrong,
feeling good about myself
or finding reasons to write songs.
setting myself up for a fall.
it doesn't matter what they think about you;
what matters is your own arms around you.
live with yourself.
can you make it alone?
Or do you reach out
With your eyes closed