The Cold Starts

That's all I remember
A fleeting gaze of nonsense
We came at it with abandon
We connived together

This formal way that you greet me is hard to bear
And the conversation has dried up to chewing gristle
Just the other night I couldn't look you in the eyes
And I'd crawl to the other side if I thought we would meet in the middle

Oh babe, did I take everything a little too far
I fell into a bottle again and I came out swinging
Sometimes I deviate before my brain can dissolve the thought
Without the dark inside I can't see the light, and the cold starts

I'm on the way I just can't resist sliding back sometimes
Call it a will for volatility
I know we can be more than two faces
But summer grass could bring us back to the underground

Life inside can be so easy to regard as uninspired
We inhabit the same space for so long there's no room for compromise
Is there a gleam that's visible to everybody else but me
I'd risk a turn of the wheel if you'd throw me a lifeline
It comes down to patience and what we feel we owe each other
It doesn't measure up to our perception of what we think we deserve, and the cold starts

I'm on the way I just can't resist sliding back sometimes
Call it a will for volatility
I know we can be more than two faces
But summer grass could bring us back to the underground