Draw a Line

There's a domestic war At the video store Smashing sour grapes Over the VHS tapes Two shrill voices shout Demanding to be heard I'm absorbed in old films Avoiding every word Is this what awaits us When we're bored with each other Draw a line From my door to yours I can walk back home We're empty shells For casual sex I'm emotionless Completely unattached It's so subtle Subtle when it starts You're taking me over Yeah you're tearing me apart Is this what awaits us When we've lost our good looks Draw a line From my door to yours I can walk back home