Classics Of Love No Return
I see you there unwilling to look into the trick
Even as you stumble through it with your mind on barroom kicks
I don't know what you're doing, only know the things I've done
It's not a question of morals, when the cold momentum comes
You'll get the scars you earn, never get the ones you want
No matter where you go, these things will follow you
Let me be the first to tell you: there's no return
Believe me when I tell you, these things will trail you back
Every one of the bullets that grazed you will not fall from your track
This party has terrible stains that soak right through your vest
You are not the first searcher picking shrapnel from your chest
So if you plan to die young, better think about what happens if you survive
No matter where you go, these things will follow you
Let me be the first to tell you: there's no return
It always seems like, by the time they hit the lights
You'll find a way to drag yourself back home
