Kevlar.

Bad night

Fresh blood tracking on the train home

Red eye

Ghosts I probably should've dropped off

Shaking like a soldier, head bowed at your door

Stop me if I'm rambling, if you've heard this one before

Body full of cotton, lips all chapped and blue

Tell me that you miss me like I don't miss me too

I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof

I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof

Stiff drink

Walk me closer to the edge now

Take the line in my hand, play double-dutch

Oh, lover, I'm afraid that I fucked it up, mmm

Where can I find the force you fell in love with?

I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof

I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof

Another convalescent, too skinny for his clothes

But you promised no fighting, so I won't if you won't

And anyway, I'm tired of how my hands look in fists

Of shadow-boxing failure if failure always wins