Wildcats

Folding like a table with a broken leg

I give you all I got but the weight it aches

I’m something that you need I’m something that you take

And when it comes down the house of cards will shake

So you kick it to the curb

You hang out with your friends

You tell yourself you’re never coming back again

But time’s running like cheap ballpoint pen

A sketched out straight line to the end

When we fall into pieces

We scatter with the wind at night

We fall into pieces

Just fragments of our hearts’ delight

Wildcats bleeding on the open plains

We give it all we got on an empty stage

You’re running from your town

I’m running from your heart

Your love it takes me right back to the start

When we made it good

When we made it bad

When we cherished every little thing we had

But time’s running like a cheap ballpoint pen

A sketched out straight line to the end

Can we ever go back to the way things were

How did we ever lose track of our love that burned