Rum Tongue

I walk on a road Sometimes alone Stepping on ice cubes and learning to lie About where I've been The edge of descent Standing on the porch where smokers hide This makeup is burning my eyes Does it even matter if I Call him on the phone tonight Somebody save me from what I'm about to do Somebody save me, I'm counting I'm counting on you Somebody save me I wanna go out again There's a grenade in my pocket And I'm pulling the pin Dear, it's three in the morning Your netting is tearing Sip on your water and rise from the floor The whole room is watching You've told all your war stories Let's steer this ship to the bay We've all had a long Day You could have breakfast tomorrow and feel like a hero You've purged out the last of the grey You're all reds, greens, and blues now I've just called the driver You're well on your way to okay But it is so easy To stay bitter, I'm queasy Somebody save me from what I'm about to do Somebody save me, I'm counting I'm counting on you Somebody save me I wanna go out again There's a grenade in my pocket And I'm pulling the Pins out of my hair I'm spinning I don't even care I'm taking the truth and the dare