The Verb

(альбом: Strict Joy - 2009)

What's the verb to
Cut it off to
Take a knife and hack away at it
You keep saying
Well that's the last time
You'll pretend to
Stand aside no matter what we did
I'm not playing
All in all they're
Just enough to
Keep us sliding back to where we were
I'm not waiting
That's the last time
You get friends who
Will tell you that you walked away with it
And you barely scrape through

I'm tired of fighting she said
Your words just rattle my head
All joy escapes in the dark
And I can't make this make sense
Your words are lost to me now
I cannot take it, I'm out
I'm stuck here kidding myself
Cause you're out there caring somewhere

So what's the verb to
Kick it over
Take the time and walk away from it
I'm not playing
That'll never
Sit with us well
We're far too pious to get out of it
And we're on our way

I'm tired of fighting you said
Your words just rattle my head
All joy's escaped in the dark
And I can't make this make sense
Your thoughts are lost to me now
I cannot take it, I'm out
I'm stuck here kidding myself
You're out there drinking somewhere

I'm sorry I've lost all my hope
I cannot take it no more
I'm stuck here kidding myself
You're out there laughing somewhere
I tore my heart out, no more
I've burned this bridge and it's gone
I'm stuck here kidding myself
And you're out there laughing somewhere
This joy is lost to me now
I cannot take it, I'm out
I'm stuck here kidding myself
And you're out there drinking somewhere

I'm stuck here kidding myself