There's a wire in my throat
And I've been waking every hour since we last spoke
But anger's slow coming
Thought I walked into a noose
Full speed gunning
And I'm run-run-running
Out of reasons why
I choked down losses of note
Woolgather times I was sober
Cause maybe well maybe
I'm an addict to starting over
But if I say or I boast
That there's credence in missing strangers most
I'm simply frayed and unwound
Numbing the time by sipping my love down
Cause I hate being fickle or bitter
Every time you come around
But salt in my wounds is still salt of the earth
So who cares if I drink the sea
Who cares if I drown
