You say my name like it prickles and burns
When it rolls of your tongue with the worst of those words
The echo it makes on these old plaster walls
Gets in my head, tells me you're gone

On Sunday they told me to be meek and kind
And to show you respect and to follow in line
And they said to give up all these habits of mine
But the caffeine pumps through me and it keeps me alive

We'll dig in our heels as summer sets
And you'll make believe we never met
And I'll be one more thing that you regret
On nights you can't fall asleep
And the moon's white washing all the downtown streets

Maybe I'm wrong when I goad you to fight
But it's something to hold at the end of the night
And five years is gone in the blink of an eye
If we don't last, well those battle scars might

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