He smells like guilt and cheap cologne
Some hipster smell of pine and aloneness
Twirls her around in his mind, spits her out
To figure it out, that she's good to keep around
And he says hey, can we call this a truce now babe
I didn't mean to lose my cool
I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue
She lies awake in the night, vivid with shame
Splayed on a bed without sheets or pillows - unframed
They don't make love anymore, it's a one man show
Fear is like force if you're too afraid to go
And he says hey, can we call this a truce now babe
I didn't mean to lose my cool
I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue
And I lie awake at night
Thinking about that girl
How the light in her eyes died
He lies awake, early morning, curbing the rage
Swirls it around in his mouth, 'til it bursts from its cage
Tip toes around to keep her consciousness down
Then loses his mind to awake; stained, ashamed
And he says hey, can we call this a truce now babe
I didn't mean to lose my cool
I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue
