Ft. Loveless Welcomes You

Girl, you know I'm living like
the things I don't believe in leave my
heart encumbered and my days are numbered.
And yeah, part of me knows that it's not true,
but that same part knows it's not you
who's gonna save me from the grave I'm clearly craving.

'Cause I gave up on us
when I gave up on me,
quit strumming chords and went
to school to hone my blasphemy.
Then I found that ideas on paper
tend not to do much more than stay there.

Ooooh!

So go ahead and chalk up every sign
I've lost my mind to cosmic
contemplation or a lack of inspiration.
But don't be caught off-guard,
don't let a scrape become a scar when I take
all your lipstick and start running with the circus.

Of course I'd love to stick around
and listen to you cry.
But it's time to trade a dead art form for
one that's not yet quite done dying.
So girl, you'd better save that heart of gold.
I never know the hand I'm dealt until I choose to fold.

Ooooh!