Bad night Fresh blood tracking on the train home Red eye Ghosts I probably should have dropped off
Shaking like a soldier Head bowed at your door Stop me if I'm rambling If you’ve heard this one before Body full of cotton Lips all chapped and blue Tell me that you miss me like I don't miss me too
I don't think I'm I don't think I'm bulletproof I don't think I'm I don't think I'm bulletproof
Stiff drink Walk me closer to the edge now Take the line in my hand, play double-dutch Oh, lover I'm afraid that I fucked it up Where can I find the force you fell in love with?
I don't think I'm I don't think I'm bulletproof I don't think I'm I don't think I'm bulletproof
Another convalescent too skinny for his clothes But you promised no fighting, so I won't if you won't And anyway I'm tired of how my hands look in fists Of shadow-boxing failure, if failure always wins
