Nothing Sacred

Sold a guitar for a funeral suit

So I've got problems

And you've got problems too

I got caught between the lines

And you were never one to

Compromise

It's a special kind of fuck up

To know nothing will

Be the same

 

it's all tainted, nothings sacred

You ran out of excuses, ran at first sign of trouble

I'm seeing red, and you're falling asleep again

So now I'm calling your bluff, choking it all down

I'll follow the lights to a me-shaped hole in the ground

I'll follow you anywhere

So what became of you?

Safe in the knowledge you'll never win

If you'd just shut up and listen

Between the white lines ahead

I pull at my skin

Drew up some plans

Hoped you change your mind

You'd be too stubborn to admit it

It's all tainted

Nothing's sacred

Nothing sacred anymore

You ran out of excuses, ran at first sign of trouble

I'm seeing red, and you're falling asleep again

So now I'm calling your bluff, choking it all down

I'll follow the lights to a me-shaped hole in the ground

I'll follow you anywhere