So tired
How did it get to this? You keep on making all of the same lists
We could go hang with some friends, I guess. Oh. we won't do that again
Run wild
Why do we live like this? You hold your tongue and I bite my lip
There's always something that I will miss. It all feels the same to you
Those simple ways are too messy now
Well, are you still the girl that I dream about?
Turn off the television, come to bed
We're not that lonely yet
Stay quiet
When did we get off track?Why don't you tell me 'bout what I still lack?
But do it with grace and tact so I could come around again
Closed tight
Without a second guess, I never know what I'm supposed to ask
In every moment where we hold back I'd like us to remain
Seems there's a bad sign, a faultline. Everytime
But it gets a little less hard in the back of the bar after midnight
Would you keep her in park until I fight?
It gets a little less hard to be back where we are after this night
It gets a little less hard. A little less hard