Split lip, cracked from the summer breeze

It's been a dry spell since late January

Now you're upset, just a little bit

But you can't blame her for everything

Break down on I-70

She gets tight wound, every time you leave

Now you fucked up, just a little bit

But you can't tell if it's permanent

Lay your cards on the table

Sign your soul to a major label

It doesn't always work out

All that you ever wanted

Every time that you ever bought in

Suddenly runs dry

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Cut off, waiting to state your piece

You get dragged down till you're on your knees

And it's fucked up, but that's how it is

You're beginning to live with it

Lay your cards on the table

Sign your soul to a major label

It doesn't always work out

All that you ever wanted

Every time that you ever bought in

Suddenly runs dry

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah