COCKPIT

I thought I told you to scram

I think you've heard this before

You say you don't give a damn

So why're you slamming the door

You were getting too used to picking fights

And this house ain't a cockpit

And you're not an animal

And I'm not an idiot

I got tickets to a show

I was gonna take you to town

Guess it taught me a lesson

Don't buy concert tickets six months out

And I promise you this time I'm over it

My towel's been rotting in the ring

And I promise you, this time I really quit

Tired of destroying fragile things

Now I'm driving to Jo's

She's been boxing for life

She will pour me a glass

Tell me I'll be alright

And my bank account is dry

I bet it all on you, darling

Who knew going for broke

Would be so damn disheartening

So you dance along the sidewalk

With your words in your hands

Shadowboxing my voice

Such a sad attempt at trying to make a stand

And I promise you this time I'm over it

My towel's been rotting in the ring

And I promise you, this time I really quit

Tired of destroying fragile things

Aren't you tired of destroying things

Aren't you tired of destroying things

Aren't you tired of destroying things

Aren't you tired of destroying things

Aren't you tired

Are you tired

You tired

You tired

Tired

I thought I told you to scram

I think you've heard this before

And no I don't give a damn

You're fixing that door

And you were getting too used to picking fights

And this house ain't a cockpit

And I don't kiss animals

'Cuz I'm not an idiot