Shirtsleeves Lyrics - Singles - The Receiving End Of Sirens

words fail her 

why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says, 

"please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . . . . 

there will be time for shouting matches." 

so he writes - last option. 

keeps him cornered in. 

the need for more stays pressing, 

but he can't force the pen. 

for every blot of ink a word is lost. . .pierced skin/new melody 

and if these lines stay blank. . . they'll lead to no where. 

she starves for attention. 

he has hungry mouths to feed. 

dietary habits seen [to her] 

as born of apathy. 

he starves for attention. 

she has hungry mouths to feed. 

emaciated, both will dream 

of times they felt less empty. 

under his breath: 

"like guests and presidents, 

my words were not welcome where they could not stay." 

their arguments plotted concentric circles 

ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage. 

she starves for attention. 

he has hungry mouths to feed. 

dietary habits seen [to him] 

as born of apathy. 

she starves for attention. 

he has hungry mouths to feed. 

emaciated, both will dream 

of times they felt less empty. 

i need to believe in these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves. 

I want to scream with every dream [out loud] you'd never dare to breath. 

two-four.two-four. i can't breathe. 

two-four two-four. (i cannot breathe.) 

she starves for attention. 

he has hungry mouths to feed. 

dietary habits seen [to her] 

as born of apathy. 

he starves for attention. 

she has hungry mouths to feed. 

emaciated, both will dream 

of times they felt less empty.