Draw a Line

There's a domestic war
At the video store
Smashing sour grapes
Over the VHS tapes
Two shrill voices shout
Demanding to be heard
I'm absorbed in old films
Avoiding every word
Is this what awaits us
When we're bored with each other
Draw a line
From my door to yours
I can walk back home
We're empty shells
For casual sex
I'm emotionless
Completely unattached
It's so subtle
Subtle when it starts
You're taking me over
Yeah you're tearing me apart
Is this what awaits us
When we've lost our good looks
Draw a line
From my door to yours
I can walk back home



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Coots
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