Andrew Phipps, Isaac Parker, Chris Del Favero, Michael Coto, Matt Tanner, Zack Parker
Songwriter
Lyrics
And it's sore, it's so
Lost in your glorious violent streak
A seemingly peachy thing
Coming out from I don't know where
So unwise, as you are every time
Every time
A dirty joke you played
On yourself, well played
When a magnetic glow
Becomes all you know
You'll find yourself later on
Covered in a guilt that lingers on
Calling a hotline
As if there's still time
They say it's closed (they say it's closed)
But you stick around (but you stick around)
They say it's closed (they say it's closed)
But you stick around (but you stick around)
One of the low lives
One of the bad guys
Would die in your arms too
As long as they'd have you
I can't be that guy
I rely on my own
You can't be that guy
It's better if you leave it alone (a-a-a-a-a-alone)
Alone (a-alone, a-alone)
As the months lull by
I can't help but think
The same motel sign
Is giving me everything
