I do this all the time
Reason leaves me for the rhyme
And now I'm looking for your tricks
God knows I've got mine
You do this all the time
Giving in the easy where
Your devotion does divide
We do this more than it seems
Saying all that we know
And none of what we mean
But the truth is attrition
To a guilt-prone heart
You're losing it now
You're playing a part
But the truth is attrition
To a heavy mind
Let someone in
You can't leave this behind
To be witnessed in your sadness by somebody but yourself
Always looking into windows and the camera on your cellphone
Call me when you get home
I do this all the time
Logging symptoms from my habits do arise
I do this all the time
Leaving the window open even though it's cold outside
But the truth is attrition
To a guilt-prone heart
You're losing it now
You're playing a part
But the truth is attrition
To a heavy mind
Let someone in
You can't leave this behind
To be witnessed in my sadness by somebody but myself
Always looking into windows and the camera on my cellphone
Call me when you get home