I'd take endless casualties to stand by your side
even if the gun's always in your hand
when it comes down to ride or die

You're all I think about.
Right now I'm a cigarette and two beers down;
I always speak more when I'm drinking.
Besides, I don't think you'd believe me when I'm sober.
Then, you'd be able to see through me
if I was trying to ******* over.

But I see you
hiding girls up your sleeve.
Just because you're my everything
doesn't mean I'm afraid to leave.
Being stuck inside your gravity may be addicting,
you know I love giving in to my sensitivities,
however, I'm not as naive as it may seem.

Am I stupid or in love?
Is the above synonymous?
I guess this is me trying to blame our problems on ideas.
Maybe if you had met who I'm supposed to be
instead of a hurt version of who I was
we would've worked out differently.
I wouldn't need so much time
and you might've been who I need you to be.

I'm still gonna love you with all that I've got
yet you think it's all talk.
I'm just asking for your patience in exchange for my stability,
expecting your loyalty
even though dishonesty's nothing new to me.
I'd rather hold us down
than lose out to possibility.
Rather fall first with you
than trip over bad timing.

There's no confidence in your voice when you make a promise already broken
the noise wavers in the air and I can taste your lies
a stale mix of cigarettes and lonely nights
but I wait for you to call
You know I'd be okay with being used
if you gave me the time of day to tolerate your abuse
but you won't call
those songs about me are getting bigger
but you still don't call
you made me too many promises to leave
but you never call.

With hands around my neck
I smiled as he pulled up my dress
year after year
the taste of fear
became a flavor of pain I knew best
Laid me down
turned me around
held my breath as he left whispers down my back
but I'd already drifted away
behind closed eyes
my mind kept trying
to disassociate  
Snapped back to reality with a slap on the ***
I giggled as he
did these things
because something about it filled in the cracks
The lace he'd given me
hid a stretch of scars
distracted from my arms
and I knew he'd say
"You look good in black"
wearing lingerie
that he could unsnap
just like he asked

Let me listen
I can feel what's on your mind
but you don't want to give in
I can see the strain on your shoulders
just behind that halfhearted grin
holding up the world only got worse as you got older
and you've got the proof on your skin
Used to hiding in bar chords and cigarettes
whenever your tolerance wore thin
I'd let you lean on me if you let me in
I'd be what you were missing
if you could've moved on from where you'd been