Courage, so careful where
Your nights often end
For someone so lonely you
Got a lot of friends
And they're still all waiting their turn
It's your approval they need to burn on
Outside of day jobs there's cigarettes
That seem to follow up with it

But I can't make the lines out
To carry you alone

A patient, so sterile
Where your night's will never end
In a cadence of plans which
We never could pretend or begin to act out inside here
On the bar stools and discount beer
Within the chorus lines of hand-picked songs
I see that I just don't belong

You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
The busy rotation of what goes wrong
But I can't make the lines out
To carry us alone

You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
The busy rotation of what goes wrong
But I can't make the lines out
I'm never gonna make the lines out