Turn down your inhibitions tonight,
cave in, darling.
You just might be the only thing I need in life.
Turn down your anger,
I could follow you home,
you shouldnt be alone
when youve got hurtful words in your heart.
Turn down the lights,
this bulbs been burning so bright
the fibers have turned white,
much like that hot look in your eyes.
And turn down that stare
youre perfectly aware
I strive to be sincere when its your voice in my phone.
And I could sit here,
write the most epic of verse
and I am realizing now that it wouldnt make a difference.
Because Im falling apart while I sit at this bar,
'cause weve spanned the border on account of legalities.
Drowning myself in the sounds of a jukebox,
thats playing the worst songs,
and Im counting change.
No Sleep Till Brooklyn,
how it might take me home,
or it might conjure up some distasteful memories.
And Ill paint my words in an off shade of blood
when I think back to hugs
and your malicious intents.
Cause guilts just a consequence
derived from the anguish
that you have kindly stored inside my veins,
and Im twirling a dart
I could stick in my heart,
but all it could do is help hold it together.
Im stumbling my way
onto the street
and this fog in the air makes me long for you in my sheets.
Its the sounds of a city
cursed with a panic,
that I feel myself from bankrolling my love on you,
and a friendly stranger brings me back to my feet.
She can warm my car seat,
and anything else she chooses.
Liquor takes hold
as we walk in the cold,
but I cant shake this memory as I hear a voicemail...
Im calling you on your phone, cause I want to come back home. Im dying on this couch alone, Im suffocating in your test.