I Drink To Prepare For A Fight (Tonight I'm Very Prepared)

Give me the medicine and I’ll break the steady tide to grow old, and brew some conversation.
Messengers, we carry thoughts on paper across the sea and back home again.
Don’t tell his lies until you’re broken; too broke to let this bother me.
Considering bulbs can break like water, will you ever appear?
Last chance, with my arms stretched out.
Reality slaps me across the face.
My tears stream over the brand of defeat that marks my cheek.
Midnight has come and gone.
Give me a knife, and I will show you surgery.
Bits of my heart lay on the bloodstained carpet.
You’d better watch your step.
You try to swallow your pride, but end up choking on your words of regret.
This waltz was meant for two, so don’t leave me standing alone in the center of this ballroom floor.
Heels click the floor softly, in time with the clock on the wall.
Your ego cracks the walls as it swells.
This argument is never-ending.
Give me a knife, and I will show you surgery.
Bits of my heart lay on the bloodstained carpet.
You’d better watch your step.
You try to swallow your pride, but end up choking on your words of regret.
This waltz was meant for two, so don’t leave me standing alone in the center of this ballroom floor.