the gutter may profess its love,
then follow it with hesitation,
but there are just so many of you out there for rent.
a stronger girl would shake this off in flight
and never give it more than a frowning hour,
but you have let your heart decide.
loss has conquered you.
youve won one too many fights.
wearing many hats every time,
but you wont win here tonight.
youve made it through the direst of straits alright.
can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting?
you havent changed an ounce in my eyes and I cannot lecture you.
and does anything i say seem relevant at all?
youve been at the helm since you were just five.
while i cannot claim to be more than a passenger.
but, youve won one too many fights.
wearing all of your clothes at the same time.
let the good times end tonight.
oh girl.. sail her, dont sink her this time.
just a moment or two from now
not a mind will retain even a trace
of the thoughts that i struggled to tell
and how our stack of cards just fell.
so settle this once and for all.
the light no longer shows the cracks around my door
and i have no lantern to light your way home tonight.
you are not some saint whos above,
giving someone a stroll through the flowers.
youve got so much more to dream of.
oh girl.. sail her, don't sink her this time.
