Blood on My Face

Monday evenings lack distinct properties
By Tuesday morning, you're just stuck in the week
You're so sincere, it touches me
Your face breeds possibilities
Friday nights start out so hopeful, indeed
Sunday morns accrue despair from the week
It's not my aim to let you down
When all you do is comfort me
And while we linger on this ride
I know those eyes
I know those eyes
Even those pretty eyes were still made to see

'Cause I've got blood on my face
Such an ugly taste
Is there enough in the world
To keep me moving if I've lost you?
Is it the way that I think
Or just the beer I drink
That's got me looking for more
'Cause nothing's ever good enough for me

Winter evenings make us fight to keep sane
Springtime melts the frost and some of the pain
Your face looks good out in the sun
It shines like that's where it should be
Summer nights bring expectations of fun
Autumn mocks all summer's plans left undone
If everything's set in its right place
Is this as happy as we can be?
I know you'll say that things are fine
But those eyes
I know those eyes
Even those pretty eyes were still made to see

'Cause I've got blood on my face
Such an ugly taste
Is there enough in the world
To keep me moving if I've lost you?
Is it the way that I think
Or just the beer I drink
That's got me looking for more
'Cause nothing's ever good enough for me

Younger years require less long-term thought
Each year, decisions are increasingly fraught
You always seem to make me smile
That's what you'll always do for me
Older years, they bring some good and some bad
You grow so wise but lose the light that you had
You never tried to keep me down
But even you know I can't stay
And while we waiver on this road
I know those eyes
I know those eyes
Even those pretty eyes were still made to see

'Cause I've got blood on my face
Such an ugly taste
Is there enough in the world
To keep me moving if I've lost you?
Is it the way that I think
Or just the beer I drink
That's got me looking for more
'Cause nothing's ever good enough for me