The J. Arthur Keenes Band

If this turns out to be another trick I'll have to reassign what I let stick it's not so bad, it's just a nervous tick what I make well would make you sick You always found a reason not to find out all the little things I never really questioned why

You stop short, but don't say why I guess you never had it in you some hopes are up too high and some holes are too low to crawl into I hope you left your lie some miles ago trailing behind you show up in some disguise and pray some sign will never F

All these years the line gets closer and closer then disappears some night you forgot to say I had lost myself by the time it was over and I had lost myself by the time it was done Oh your teeth dig deep my bones are your host this year it's hard eno