in a car on the driveway the conversation s colors paint themselves on canvas white lies and motivation were standing out so honestly i m surprised it didn t hurt your eyes i think that i is the only word in your vocabulary tonight those same brown eyes stare straight ahead and i shut my hand in your door and i looked around for a lifeline well i would rather have a broken arm than have my arms around you well i would rather have a broken arm than have my arms around you it took a minute or two to gather all of my neurotic thoughts before i started to talk way to loud loudly i thought to myself god how do i find myself here again and again my same black eyes stared straight ahead as i took my time with a cigarette there enough i m still in love with the false hope of us stabbed inside my chest let me tell you all about it because i would rather have a punctured lung than waste my breath on you because i would rather have a punctured lung than waste my breath on you although my dear i would rather have a broken heart than give up hope on you well i would rather have a broken heart than give up hope on you we ve got all the time that we need