The Wolves

There's a car on the corner, she's waiting for me to come out
And I ain't said a word in weeks, these old habits'll weigh you down
I can't talk to god, I can't light it up
I can't take something that I'm unworthy of
You might sing it wrong, clumsy, off key
Top of your lungs, smile at everyone

You don't ease up on me
You know I stay in a hurry, babe
I miss a lot of good things

If I throw my body
On a plane, in a car, on the ground
I'm living like I'll never die
And your ax is not a key

There's a lock on the door that costs more than my car, babe
And I ain't ever come close to crossing that threshold anyways
I can't hear our song on the radio
Without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go
I can't prize my certainty and let bygones fade away, for my own sake

I walk a paper-thin line
I know there's something for everyone
But I've got a one-track mind

If I throw myself to the wolves
I did it all for the glory
Not the fruit rotting in my shade
Who's begging to get inside?

There's a reason I fold, I'm sure it'll become clear
You've been proving yourself wrong, with or without me here
You don't look around, you don't check the score
You cause all that trouble, then you beg for more
On every warm horizon of what I let disappear

You don't ease up on me
You know I stay in a hurry, babe
I miss a lot of good things

And when I throw myself to the wolves
I do it all for the glory
Not the wind shaking off my leaves
Not begging for a key