Lyrics

Laying awake on this couch backstage
It smells like sex and lives unmade
I walked too far I tempted fight
I want to fight when I get that way
I can't sleep, can I keep my life safe from the flames
That burn every dream and debt unpaid?

No I can't sort it out, can't sort it out
Not this time

Maybe it's the Willie Nelson
Maybe it's the wine
I want to fold you in my arms and step outside of time
all the failures, all the cracks,
the mistakes that we can't take back
But, the cracks are how the light gets through
I pray it finds a way

No I can't sort it out, can't sort it out
Not this time

It's not about love, It's not about pain
It's not about love in the first place
It's not about, not about pain
It's not about love anyway