Defeatist

I may have faltered in my life but not with you I couldn’t make this up I’ve had trouble disengaging my heart but I'll bite the grenade pin out you know I want you you know I will fight down in the trenches holding your hand tight I will not make it out without you I'll bite the bullet I'll fall right through you sweet, sweet baby of mine you will be the one I call on for all time your weird mind, your bright eyes I’ve wasted so much time on all the things that don’t turn me on so let's fight on you know I want you you know I will fight down in the trenches holding your hand tight I will not make it out without you I'll bite the bullet I'll fall right through you and as the dust falls down I usually give up so easily I let my head hang down before I even see a truth as plain as day staring back at me I'm a defeatist but I don’t have to be