The Wolves

There's a car on the corner, she's waiting for me to come out

And I ain't said a word in weeks, these old habits'll weigh you down

I can't talk to god, I can't light it up

I can't take something that I'm unworthy of

You might sing it wrong, clumsy, off key

Top of your lungs, smile at everyone

You don't ease up on me

You know I stay in a hurry, babe

I miss a lot of good things

If I throw my body

On a plane, in a car, on the ground

I'm living like I'll never die

And your ax is not a key

There's a lock on the door that costs more than my car, babe

And I ain't ever come close to crossing that threshold anyways

I can't hear our song on the radio

Without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go

I can't prize my certainty and let bygones fade away, for my own sake

I walk a paper-thin line

I know there's something for everyone

But I've got a one-track mind

If I throw myself to the wolves

I did it all for the glory

Not the fruit rotting in my shade

Who's begging to get inside?

There's a reason I fold, I'm sure it'll become clear

You've been proving yourself wrong, with or without me here

You don't look around, you don't check the score

You cause all that trouble, then you beg for more

On every warm horizon of what I let disappear

You don't ease up on me

You know I stay in a hurry, babe

I miss a lot of good things

And when I throw myself to the wolves

I do it all for the glory

Not the wind shaking off my leaves

Not begging for a key