Where Your Nights Often End

Courage, so careful where Your nights often end For someone so lonely you Got a lot of friends And they're still all waiting their turn To approve all they need to burn And inside of daydreams there's cigarettes That seem to fall away But I can't make the lines out To carry you alone I'm patient, so sterile and My night's will never end In a cadence of plans which Never could pretend or begin to act out inside here On the bar stools and discount beer Within the chorus lines of hand-picked songs That say that I just don't belong You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in The busy rotation of what goes wrong But I can't make the lines out To carry us alone You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in The busy rotation of what goes wrong But I can't make the lines out I'm never gonna make the lines out