Ice Cream With the Enemy

Face it, I'm catching all your drifts
They're blowing eastward through my door and out my window
Originate in mouth, in innuendos
Every word is meant to hurt, meant to feel like war

I've had enough

Play fair only when weather is
The air is right for shooting down my best intentions
But all the good it's done, we'll never mention
Just like the worst, just like the worst

Hot tongues and poor little lungs
Burnt to a crisp from fire that we spit
No wins with sharp bloody pins
That we've hired and fired at will

They're sticking to my skin
I've had enough

Allies are worthless in this shit-faced
Fucking city that I fear has grown to pity
Me for the damage done, you for the healing
When neither side's meant to hurt

Hot tongues and poor little lungs
Burnt to a crisp from fire that we spit
No wins with sharp bloody pins
That we've hired and fired at will

They're sticking in my skin
I've had enough

Now when I get lost
I follow the blood trail home to my disgust
And think of all the wrong things I could be doing
And all the good times I could ruin

Hey, I wouldn't worry about it, man
Just do what you can, yeah, to see the lies
Hey, I wouldn't worry about it, man
Just do what you can, yeah, to feel alive