Lyrics

For every word
there's a thousand left unspoken.
For every thread attached there is another broken.
For every time
you said that things would change
I'll raise another glass and I'll curse your name.

I'm talking the same talk all over again,
tracing the same words in the sand,
making the same mistakes again.

You're so routine that you're exotic.
You trip me up like a narcotic.
And though it's clear to see that you are to me
like an anchor to a wreck,
you make it easy to forget.

For every smile
there's a thousand swallowed tears.
The feelings mixed together after all these years.
But for every low,
there's got to be a high.
There's got to be a way to break apart this lie.

I'm talking the same talk all over again,
burying my head in the sand,
making the same mistakes again.