and it s sore it s so lost in your glorious violent streak a seemingly peachy thing coming out from i don t know where so unwise as you are every time every time a dirty joke you played on yourself well played when a magnetic glow becomes all you know you ll find yourself later on covered in a guilt that lingers on calling a hotline as if there s still time they say it s closed but you stick around they say it s closed but you stick around one of the low lives one of the bad guys would die in your arms too as long as they d have you i can t be that guy i rely on my own you can t be that guy it s better if you leave it alone alone as the months lull by i can t help but think the same motel sign is giving me everything