Nothing Weird

You're biting your nails
I'm biting my tounge
I'd show you the way
But you always say that's half of the fun

You're leaving today
I'm staying put
I'd follow you there
But I would just tangle you into a rut

I'd comb all your hair
But I would just tangle you into the brush
I'll stay away from smokers
And everything unclear
At least just long enough to let you interfere

The lines are blurred
By the beast we steer
Is there an end? Or on and on?

You swallow the nails
I'll swallow my tongue
I'll say that you're right
But only so I can begin moving on

Here's hoping the knight will just go for the king
And ride right past the pawn
I'll say a prayer for drinkers
And the things they hold dear
It's always harder letting go this time of year

The lines are blurred
By the beast we fear
Is there an end? Or on and on?