I'm homesick, lovesick, coughing up my lungs sick
Bright-eyed in the daytime, night falls with a glass of wine
Red wins, white's out, I could just read but I'd rather not
Thinking, always, what's there to give? What's here to stay?

I need a switch for you, for me, for my running train of sarcastic speech
I wish it didn't work this way, today, always, was another fake

Too high, and I liked, because I can't sit still the way you might
But I can't filter what's my truth or my fate
It's just the way, I'll run, you'll see, but too late
And we'll talk about how we're supposed to be
Exactly in line with the rest of the fleet


I have these eyes, I don't wear them too much out. 
They see into your intentions; they turn your sights down.

But if I was the only one you let into your soul, 
Tell me, where is it that you would want me to go?