Brimstone/Dry Lips

You jump in front of me as I bite my dry lips
Calling out to holy men who can't do much
Hanging on every time you're not told the truth
I can't blame you for loving such a failure
Life throws you another distorted curve ball

Medicine stacking up in your bathroom cabinet
Lit the brimstone til the sun comes out again
Sour and bitter taste for a sweet girl's skin
Here comes a long night from a short day
I need to find a escape route, an escape route as soon as I can

We hide, hide
Hide behind a crowd
We strife, strife
Against a frozen statue
National noise about to ignite

Look for hope inside a loser's bone marrow
He sure knows about replacing blood
Beaten with words every once in a while
It's burnt and I don't have much to learn
Ceiling's cracking with your dark dreams

March's morning cold, a wintry punch
One or two sheets won't be enough this time
Cause there's no bed beneath your ghostly body
It's taking flight and it's taking shape
What will it be this time, what will it be the next time we meet?

We hide, hide
In our little tongues
We cry, oh cry
Until it begins to cease
Hurtful noise close to demise

To fall in and out of love is an old tradition
I'm just carrying the rules away from me
But they have bad manners, I know
Just like you they keep coming back
They stay
They stay
They stay, they stay, they stay