Winning - Emily Haines

To never open a book, always reading a magazine

Out-spent, betting if it looks like women you haven’t been

Knives don’t have your back

I wait and I count to the last breath we take

What we make, doesn’t make sense

What’s a wolf without a pack?

Open your chest and take the heart from it What’s bad, we’ll fix it What’s wrong, we’ll make it all right

It’s gone, we’ll find it Takes so long, we’ve got time

All the time

Some part of you, too small to lose

All of us, All of you

Counting to the last breath we take

What we make, doesn’t make sense

What’s a wolf without a pack?

Open your chest and take the heart from it When you talk, can I tape you?

How’d you get what we don’t know?

We don’t know how to help

Only know how to hamp

Nose to the grindstone

Grindstone to the ground

Don’t even visit that place,

they’ll sharpen their teeth on your smile

I’m glad you didnt

all our songs will be lullabies in no time

What’s bad, What’s wrong, make it all right

It’s gone, so long

We’ve got time, all the time