The Cynic

It's harder to stare at the ground when you're staring at me
And I don't know if I know what I came here to see
But the knife in my back is just one course of action to make me bleed
I've never known how to call when enough is enough
So I'll sit out here in the rain until you cough it up
Cause to beg for the truth is the only way I ever learned how to trust

I am waiting for the phone call
Betting on the shoe drop
Showing my hand in the unlikely chance I win anyway
I'm shattering the window
Swinging with my eyes closed
Tell you I can't with my head in my hands, cause it's safe that way

And I'm lighting matches to watch them burn up in my hands
I don't know how to ask, but I'm hoping that you'll understand
Was I only naive, or did you really mean anything you said?
And I'm getting kicked while I'm down while I hope for the best
So I'll spill out my guts on the ground, and we both know the rest
It's a hundred degrees, and I'm starting to think I'm alone in this

I am waiting for the phone call
Betting on the shoe drop
Showing my hand in the unlikely chance I win anyway
I'm shattering the window
Swinging with my eyes closed
Tell you I can't with my head in my hands, cause it's safe that way

I'm waiting for the phone call
Betting on the shoe drop
Showing my hand in the unlikely chance I win anyway
I'm shattering the window
Swinging with my eyes closed
Tell you I can't, and you don't understand it, cause it's too late