On the Ropes (Out of Line)
You're so out of line
You don't even know
With all that drama inside
You always put up a show
You have no idea
What you really want
Is it whatever you say
Or just me to be wrong?
You're like your father
Nothing but a drunk
If you ever do anything
You do nothing at all
Too old to make a difference
Too young to make the calls
You're on the ropes
You really figured out how to corner us both
You're on the ropes
You're like a stone at a crow
It must be why your smile is so cold
The games you play
Don't have any rules
So when you're down on your luck
The fucking dice are down too
You lie to yourself
And blame everyone else
Cause you're afraid of the truth
And what it might tell
You're like your mother
You behave like a child
If you ever do anything
You do nothing at all
Too old to make a difference
Too young to make the calls
You're on the ropes
You really figured out how to corner us both
You're on the ropes
You're like a stone at a crow
It must be why your smile is so cold
With a kid for a mom
And a drunk for a dad
An offended kind of irony
Was the best thing I ever had
An affinity for alcohol
No empathy in general
I'm estranged
From whatever you hold dear
Like a wound
That won't heal
An empty void
I can't even fucking feel
I'm so lost
Lost, out of hope and out of time
Lost, on the ropes and out of line
You don't even know
With all that drama inside
You always put up a show
You have no idea
What you really want
Is it whatever you say
Or just me to be wrong?
You're like your father
Nothing but a drunk
If you ever do anything
You do nothing at all
Too old to make a difference
Too young to make the calls
You're on the ropes
You really figured out how to corner us both
You're on the ropes
You're like a stone at a crow
It must be why your smile is so cold
The games you play
Don't have any rules
So when you're down on your luck
The fucking dice are down too
You lie to yourself
And blame everyone else
Cause you're afraid of the truth
And what it might tell
You're like your mother
You behave like a child
If you ever do anything
You do nothing at all
Too old to make a difference
Too young to make the calls
You're on the ropes
You really figured out how to corner us both
You're on the ropes
You're like a stone at a crow
It must be why your smile is so cold
With a kid for a mom
And a drunk for a dad
An offended kind of irony
Was the best thing I ever had
An affinity for alcohol
No empathy in general
I'm estranged
From whatever you hold dear
Like a wound
That won't heal
An empty void
I can't even fucking feel
I'm so lost
Lost, out of hope and out of time
Lost, on the ropes and out of line
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Visti Tang, Morten Amstrup, Tobias B Kippenberger, Asbjoern Noergaard
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