Your glass is half full and your ashtray’s empty
But not for long the conversation’s growing heavy
I remember storming out your side door hoping that you’re okay
And now you’re crying in my bathroom wishing that you hadn’t stayed
I’m always wishing that we hadn’t met just for your sake
But I’m such a selfish bastard, I’ll call you anyways
And even though you know I’m poison you’re still gonna pick up
And now I’m writing stupid sad songs, aiming at your soft spots
But this song is no longer an apology
Half-written and unfinished when you lashed out on me
You crossed a line I never though you would
And goddamn I hope that it felt good
But you used up all your ammo
But you used up all your ammo
But you used up all your ammo
credits
from Young Lungs,
released May 22, 2014
Written by Instead of Sleeping and Marc McClusky
Produced, Tracked, and Mixed by Marc McClusky
Mastered by Dan Coutant (Sun Room Audio)
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