Texty: Alkaline Trio. This Addiction. Off The Map.

I needed more wine, you needed more sleep.
We just fought two hours and seven minutes.
Honestly, I'm surprised we made it.
I retired to my chair,
I grabbed my new guitar,
But I can't make a sound.
You could hear poisonous pins dropping all around like rain.
But I can ride the storm out,
Because I'm like a junkie for your smart mouth.

See, I'm so far off the map, the sun is shining
While it's raining and I'm draped in silver lining.
And I can row, row, row my boat back to shore someday.
So are you coming with me?
Anchors away.

I loosen my lips and the truth slips out,
A free ride on a forked tongue,
This twine of trust is unspun.
I can start to believe that's what you need from me.
So far from what I want for you,
But I'll lock it down and we'll make do.
You're right, there's only one real option.
And I'm here now, so help me keep my voice down.

See, I'm so far off the map, the sun is shining
While it's raining and I'm draped in silver lining.
And I can row, row, row my boat back to shore someday.
So are you coming with me?
Anchors away.

Yeah, I'm so far off the map, the sun is shining
While it's raining and I'm draped in silver lining.
And I can row, row, row my boat back to shore someday.
So are you coming with me?
Anchors away.