Armory

In a room for two
in a bed for three
you're a pretty picture
you're a dread disease
painting shadows on the walls in this armory of toys
hardens hearts against the feeling of the need for something more

don't worry
don't say sorry
I am not falling for it
I am not falling for it
head over heels

and alone for now
in a crowded room
watch the angels crash on
liquor lips and blue moons
along the sound of laughter coming dancing down the halls
is a whisper of the feeling of the nonsense of it all

don't worry
don't say sorry
I am not falling for it
I am not falling for it
head over heels

the chorus comes alive
cacophony catcalls
and who are you to say
where I'm wrong
when I dance
and fall

everyone I ever loved
has come and gone
everyone I ever loved
everyone