thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you tripped on my compass as i fled on foot shed all my luggage all your fuck me boots cute as a button on a wounded high horse sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse pissed off and juiced up with my back to the wall blindfolded eager to give into the fall stripped of the structures that boggled my mind sink into the quicksand making up for lost time serenading in the trenches do you wanna pretend were dead serenading in the trenches do you wanna make love instead cute ass casualties clueless come ons our aborted mission our self indulgence bled out from paper cuts all over the news softened the bruises with a one sided truce stripped of our passions in a lukewarm embrace sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace keep it up keep on try keeping up with myself old ideas splinters put that shit on the shelf slumbering limbo laurels resting on me sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory serenading in the trenches do you wanna pretend were dead serenading in the trenches do you wanna make love instead cute ass casualties clueless come ons our aborted mission our self indulgence thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you were biding your time biding your time biding your time biding your time serenading in the trenches do you wanna pretend were dead serenading in the trenches do you wanna make love instead cute ass casualties our aborted mission our self indulgence thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time thought i saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you were biding your time oh what a beautiful boy child oh boy the man of my dreams oh what a big boy what a boy child oh man oh boy what a dream oh boy youre preaching to the wrong choir i know whats up my time is up i know whats up my time is up serenading in the trenches trenches trenches trenches trenches trenches trenches trenches trenches trenches