Every Man For Himself

The cracks in your face
Where the porcelain broke
Some things don't get better with age
And I swear I remember
Everyword that you spoke
And the china you left in your place

A litany of faces
I'm number one
Counting backwards from one hundred
And count on one hand
The truths that you spoke
And every lie you called romantic

Given a choice
Between you and me
You pick you and I'll pick me
I'll never forget what you said
When you left
Everyman for himself

Your new dress fits well
With a pointed smile
I hope there's no cracks at the seams
And a modest appraisal
For the things that you value
Prove that some things worth more than
Mere dreams

In my bedroom there's a wasteland
Where the story card broke
And the darkness builds up from the floor
Like walking through a mine field
With both eyes closed
At each step expecting the worst
Bought random in panic
What wasn't expecting
I don't think that pain is romantic
And at everystep fall
Till it's all a dull throb
Yeah sure - love conquers all