i'd rather have

in a car on the driveway

the conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas

white lies and motivation were standing out so honestly

i'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes

i think that 'i' is the only word in your vocabulary tonight

those same brown eyes stare straight ahead

and i shut my hand in your door

and i looked around

for a lifeline

well i would rather have a broken arm

than have my arms around you

well i would rather have a broken arm

than have my arms around you

it took a minute or two to gather all of my neurotic thoughts

before i started to talk way to loud

loudly i thought to myself

god

how do i find myself here again and again?

my same black eyes stared straight ahead

as i took my time with a cigarette

there

enough

i'm still in love with the false hope of us

stabbed inside my chest

let me tell you

all about it. because i would rather have a punctured lung

than waste my breath on you

because i would rather have a punctured lung

than waste my breath on you

although

my dear: i would rather have a broken heart

than give up hope on you

well i would rather have a broken heart

than give up hope on you

we've got all the time that we need.