The space around our carved hearts
Is littered with evidence
Evidence of time well spent
(Chase the dragon, drag the nail again)

We let it be until someone else looks in
And then it’s out the door
It's in the street again, blinds open
Evidence of time well spent
(Boxing with bayonets, yeah)

Afraid someone will see just where we’ve been

I refuse to let it come to that
I want what’s mine is mine is mine is mine is mine
I refuse to let it come to that
I’m giving up on us

In this shallow body
Is a light been grey for so long
C’mon and take a bite yeah
Because I want to spit out my tongue

If it is the best that I could get baby I don’t know
If that’s the best that I could get then I don’t know
I can’t stand to bite my tongue

It’s ok, meant to be, it’s all right
I’m spent, still, sort of
Yeah, sort of . . .

I can’t keep these track-lines off your soul
I’m still breaking limbs in this, this wonder
We used our teeth to paint
Down these halls

I’m giving up on us


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Boxing with Bayonets song meanings
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