The Receiving End Of Sirens - Shirtsleeves Lyrics

words fail her
why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? I said,
"please don't treat me like your lawyer sweetie cuz
there will be time for shouting matches."

so he writes - last option.
keeps him cornered in.
the need for more stays pressing,
but he can't force the pen.
for every blot of ink a word is lost, pierced skin, new melody
and if these lines stay blank, they'll lead to no where.

she starves for attention.
he has hungry mouths to feed.
dietary habits seen to her
as born of apathy.
he starves for attention.
she has hungry mouths to feed.
emaciated, both will dream
of times they felt less empty.

under his breath:
"like guests and presidents,
my words were not welcome where they could not stay."
these arguments plotted concentric circles
ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage.

she starves for attention.
he has hungry mouths to feed.
dietary habits seen to her
as born of apathy.
he starves for attention.
she has hungry mouths to feed.
emaciated, both will dream
of times they felt less empty.

i need to believe in these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves.
I want to scream with every dream out loud you'd never dare to breath.
two-four two-four. i can't breathe.
two-four two-four. (i cannot breathe.)

she starves for attention.
he has hungry mouths to feed.
dietary habits seen to her
as born of apathy.
he starves for attention.
she has hungry mouths to feed.
emaciated, both will dream
of times they felt less empty.