Same spot, bodies all around me like the Christmas better left forgot
Same plot, we can team up in the attic or else take a staircase each and split up
The rain tonight is heavy, making us grow old in double-time
And so I show the numbest smile and hope that no one's paying any mind
We'll call it fever
They'll make a believer
Out of you yet
'cause you seem so upset
With the price of this fresh air
That's tainted with fresh cares
"Some shoot from the hip, and some shoot from the lips," he said
Wake up, we're stranded in a morning and no one seems to care or want to help
And I take just as good as I give just as long as we're both taking from myself
I'll add two for every one I take and hope that that's enough
Each line is like a log removed, weakening a dam that I build up