Wolves

I stumble when I'm walking; lose control of my feet
And I don't give a damn about the people I meet
'Cause I'm hurt, and I'm tired, and I'm sick of the light
It never brought warmth; it just taught me to spite

And there's nothing left here
But a black heart that won't clear
And no one gives in when the end is drawing near

So, what's the point of talking?
There is nothing to say
Lead me to the wolves, Love, so we can both play
Our conversation is better this way
Please don't ever come home if you can't stay

'Cause this is the first time and hopefully it will be the last time

Take me to the cleaners;
I want everything washed
From my head to my toes
To whatever I've lost
'Cause I'm sick of drinking, smoking, and pretending I'm fine
Don't ask me how my day was 'cause you know that I'm lying

And there's nothing left here
But a black heart that won't clear
'Cause no one gives in when the end is drawing near

So, what's the point of talking?
There is nothing to say
Lead me to the wolves, Love, so we can both play
Our conversation is better this way
Please don't ever come home if you can't stay

Oh, stay. Don't stay. Don't stay

I'm still good for you
My darling says, "My body rumbles when I go."

So, what's the point of talking?
There is nothing to say
Lead me to the wolves, Love, so we can both play
Our conversation is better this way
Please don't ever come home if you can't stay

'Cause this is the first time and hopefully it will be the last time