Betwixt passion and denial.
It’s not as if there’s more to lose.
It’s not as if the future’s ready.
You’ve fucked up well enough so far,
So why throw in the sweat soaked blanket?

Betwixt passion and denial.
It’s not as if there’s more to lose.
It’s not as if the future’s ready.
You’ve fucked up well enough so far,
So why throw in the sweat soaked blanket?