there is no room for us two
keep coming back to the presence of our past
where there are separate beds we build up broken houses
concentrate the effort-less
on a ghost in the mirror into something better
why we still believe in bad luck
is as familiar to me as the card from your spoke click
fading with the rain
and if i could touch anything would it turn to gold
or break into pieces of you. let me be the one to
write every last word you knew i would eventually say
but it all seems so contrived. tearing the wings from
still we wake in our sleep. tossing and turn the page
until the ink fades away. until the ink fades
i will punch in every clock to turn back the time
to the point where we met. it was an x
drawn on a dotted black line
shifting slumber. we slip through space
between the cracks and break every mothers' back
in contrast to what we must feel
for this the universe will end
we cannot wait for everything to go wrong
i've made the biggest mess since i was six
can't get in trouble now
i left a trail of blood for no one to clean up
and you couldn't care less about
what happens next or where do we go from here
sweetheart, this ain't 1987
but you've never had to protect anyone
