Shelf Life

Even when I’ve stormed the gates
And staked my claim to the walls I made
Your selfishness; it tired my bones
I was left in cold sweats
You said you wouldn’t do this again
But you dug my grave in the fields where we played
We’re not kids anymore
And my hands are too sore for these same games
So I’ve been selling out my friends for lifetimes
They let me down, even when they found
I was holding on to them for life-lines
Singing «Please don’t let me run cold»
I thought this was going to be everything
And once again
What a sorry state of affairs we’re in
And with these same words that we say
We dug our graves in fields far away
The water’s spent
I’ll pack my bags and turn west to stay safe
I’ve been selling out my heart with punchlines
'Cause I can’t put on paper what’s in my mind
I’ve been holding on to you for life-lines
Singing words I don’t even mean
Words that I don’t even mean
I’ve been selling out my friends for lifetimes
They let me down and I refuse to be the one to let them under my skin
Instead of running round the outside looking in
So you can throw stones if you like
And be angry if I try to let this go
Even though I know
You’ll act the same way every time
So you can throw stones if you like
And be angry if I try to let this go
Even though I know
You’ll act the same way every time
You never wanted this anyway
I’ve got a feeling that you’ve already gone
So go make your home while I remind myself that
We never wanted this anyway
I’ve got a feeling that you’ve already gone
So go make your home while I remind myself that
You never wanted this anyway
I’ve got a feeling that you’ve already gone
We never wanted this anyway, love
So go make your home