Armistice Parties (Punching Bag)

I'll hold you by the edges You don't think, just jump before me Love me as I'm wrong Irrelevant and swarmed You're the only thing I want any more We've been so under Deprived, vacant and ill-advised But where else can we go? I won't be breaking any more Won't suffocate you any more I won't be waiting at the door Always in hallways alone as you're putting on your coat And if it takes the whole ocean to sweep you off your feet I'm all pent up devotion, graceful in defeat All the tropical funerals and armistice parties Couldn't get those thoughts right out of me I'm afraid "Don't be" I'm afraid "Don't be" When I'm afraid, don't be