Shorsey - One to Write Home to Mom About Lyrics

It's coming up pretentious again
How many of your sweet nights have those bitter, bitter ends?
And this is not a game played alone, my friend
Dirty knife tips dipped in that sweet and cleansing death

Oh
It won't be alright
Oh no, no
No, not tonight

What are you doin' workin' for the man all your life?
Blink a little bit and shed some bad luck from your eyes
You're not happy, you're just high
And your moods, they shift
Just like the tides

It won't be alright
Oh no, no
No, not tonight
I don't know
But we'll be alright
Senses are sharp
We can learn to fight
Oh, learn to fight
Oh, learn to

Don't you make those eyes at me
Do you know who you are?
And don't you tell me anything
I can't trust you nearly as far