Nothing Weird - Thin Lips

You’re biting your nails

I’m biting my tounge

I’d show you the way

But you always say that’s half of the fun

You’re leaving today

I’m staying put

I’d follow you there

But I would just tangle you into a rut

I’d comb all your hair

But I would just tangle you into the brush

I’ll stay away from smokers

And everything unclear

At least just long enough to let you interfere

The lines are blurred

By the beast we steer

Is there an end?

Or on and on?

You swallow the nails

I’ll swallow my tongue

I’ll say that you’re right

But only so I can begin moving on

Here’s hoping the knight will just go for the king

And ride right past the pawn

I’ll say a prayer for drinkers

And the things they hold dear

It’s always harder letting go this time of year

The lines are blurred

By the beast we fear

Is there an end?

Or on and on?