Manchester Orchestra - I'd Rather Have Lyrics
In a car on the drivewayThe conversation's colors paint themselves on canvasWhite lies and motivation were standing out so honestlyI'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyesI think that 'I' is the only word in your vocabulary tonightThose same brown eyes stare straight aheadAnd I shut my hand in your doorAnd I looked around, for a lifelineWell I would rather have a broken armThan have my arms around youWell I would rather have a broken armThan have my arms around youIt took a minute or two to gather all of my neurotic thoughtsBefore I started to talk way to loud, loudly I thought to myselfGod, how do I find myself here again and again?My same black eyes stared straight aheadAs I took my time with a cigaretteThere, enough, I'm still in love with the false hope of usStabbed inside my chestLet me tell you, all about it.Because I would rather have a punctured lungThan waste my breath on youBecause I would rather have a punctured lungThan waste my breath on youAlthough, my dear:I would rather have a broken heartThan give up hope on youWell I would rather have a broken heartThan give up hope on youWe've got all the time that we need.
