I'd Rather Have

In a car on the driveway the conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas

White lies and motivation, we're standing oh so honestly

I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes

I think that "I" is the only word in your vocabulary tonight

Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead

And I shut my hand in your door

And I looked around for a lifeline

Well I would rather have a broken arm

Than have my arms around you

Well I would rather have a broken arm

Than have my arms around you

It took a minute or two to gather all my neurotic thoughts

Before I started to talk way too loud

Loudly I thought to myself "God, how do I find myself here again and again"

My same black eyes stare straight ahead as

I took my time with a cigarette

Fair enough I'm still in love with the false hope of us stabbed inside my chest

Let me tell you all about it

'Cause I would rather have a punctured lung

Than waste my breath on you

Well I would rather have a punctured lung

Than waste my breath on you

Although my dear

I would rather have a broken hart

Than give up hope on you

Well I would rather have a broken heart

Than give up hope on you

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need

Oh, got all the time that we need

We've got all the time that we need