Bashville on the Sugar

See you in the subway coming in from the rain Five white lies and I'm on my tippy toes again Lacking condemnation so the feeling frustrates Acutely out of phase, yeah I guess we're middling out these days 'Cause you know you're gonna still be adored With your eyes like fire and your neck and your jaw But there isn't any point anymore Maybe one last glance as they're closing the doors 'Cause I'm searching for a sense of a clue But the light's too bright and the hue's too blue Now it hurts, I never wanted to choose Yeah it hurts, I never wanted to choose Don't you think it's weird That you told our friends That I'm spiralling on my own 'Cause I think it sucks That I'm all dressed up But I'm still a bag of bones Listened to the screaming from the curves in the tracks The brakes they burn when they weave between our verbal gaps But I'm under no illusions that you wanted me back I'm just lost within the waves of escape between each trait I lack Yeah there's nothing in the gutter for me 'Cause you make me smile but you made me weak And I'm blushing every night in my sleep 'Cause my dreams don't keep you away from me And I never should have ridden alone 'Cause you lost your trust in your best friend's soul With your windows closed and nobody home And now all I want is to be alone See you in the subway coming in from the rain Five white lies and I'm on my tippy toes again Lacking condemnation so the feeling frustrates Acutely out of phase, yeah I guess we're middling out these days 'Cause you know you're gonna still be adored With your eyes like fire and your neck and your jaw But there isn't any point anymore Maybe one last glance as they're closing the doors 'Cause I'm searching for a sense of a clue But the light's too bright and the hue's too blue Now it hurts, I never wanted to choose Yeah it hurts, I never wanted to choose Don't you think it's weird That you told our friends That I'm spiralling on my own 'Cause I think it sucks That I'm all dressed up But I'm still a bag of bones Listened to the screaming from the curves in the tracks The brakes they burn when they weave between our verbal gaps But I'm under no illusions that you wanted me back I'm just lost within the waves of escape between each trait I lack