Matching walk
Of a day through November
I said, "There are two ways I could pull this hand out
There are two ways I could pull out empty, or I could put out four
How the rest of the day goes, it depends solely on you"
Fucking is a dangerous game
If you wanna leave it
Go out the same way you got into it
So take a lump like a lump should be taken
And move on down the road
Because who knows what
Whoa, you got guts
Where your lover
Left for a day or
Almost a minute
Almost a minute
Waiting

Waiting while shaking
And it's hot, this hate
And I reached out into the space between my pants and my shirt
I come out with this hand
I come out with somethin' that's gonna hurt
What quite a relief
Where you deny it
And I hide it
This trundle of time
It's mine oh mine
Gray days all the way past
What remains and really what doesn't stay
Spoons tap against cup side
In time to our lies
In time to our lies
Once somebody gets hurt
In time to our lies