Courage, so careful where
 Your nights often end
 For someone so lonely you
 Got a lot of friends
 And they're still all waiting their turn
 It's your approval they need to burn on
 Outside of day jobs there's cigarettes
 That seem to follow up with it

 But I can't make the lines out
 To carry you alone

 patient, so sterile
 Where your night's will never end
 In a cadence of plans which
 We never could pretend or begin to act out inside here
 On the bar stools and discount beer
 Within the [bad word] lines of hand-picked songs
 I see that I just don't belong

 You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
 The busy rotation of what goes wrong
 But I can't make the lines out
 To carry us alone

 You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
 The busy rotation of what goes wrong
 But I can't make the lines out
 I'm never gonna make the lines out