It’s Not a March

Just stop watching the driveway
Just stop clutching the phone
Just don't let your beer get warm
Just don't get tired of the dial tone
Make enemies with what you're not afraid to fight
And try not to think about what you're left with at night

So take some more of those pills you found
Or throw them out on the lawn
Just call back the girl you'll settle for
Now that the best ones are gone
Either the batteries in the metronome are dry
Or you're doing just fine

Don’t get caught up in the beauty here
Some poet owns all the rights
Just tear it down if you have to
If you're that afraid of these heights
But if you've already fallen in love with the way that it fades
Then it gets harder to wait

Yeah, just admit that you know that it's late
And your truth isn't coming today
I know that she said that she would
I know that she wouldn't make you wait

But it's not a march, it's a fucking parade
It’s not a blue, it's a new shade of gray
It’s not a love, it's a half-assed lay
It’s not a truth, it's just a lovely phrase
To make you wait, oh

But it was so pretty in your mind, oh

I know, I know, I know