Sit down and get prepared for the letdown.
Tell me something honest and unforgettable.
I have a feeling this won’t conclude until we put it all on red.
We watch the tables turn.
As the tables are turning I lay my cards face down to leave you out.
And know the house will take you in.
And if my body temperature were to get much warmer.
It’s safe to say my blood will boil over.
She fancies matter over mind and heels over flats.
Big shopping centers and time on her back.
So pin her up like a centerfold upon your bedroom wall.
She loves to go to the bars just for the stares.
Sporting blue designer jeans and bleach blonde hair.
And when her lonely night is over she won’t have anything.
Shape up or ship out I’m finding confidence.
Because my mind can’t read these signs so why not play with his.
Thank God I’m wearing boots in this mess.
Cause this rain of contradictions is flooding the overpass.
Wish I could drown in something more than that.
Because I’m desperate for something permanent.
Make the revision subtract her from your system and then we can drink to the night.