A Coaster Would Be Nice

Written By Pat Book
Performed by Heroes Wear Helmets

My night ends just as your day begins
always somewhat number and a little bit dumber
living by the clock, striving for more things to own
the effort and futility both chill me to the bone

Like banging your head against a brick wall
the pressure compounds when the order's too tall
if the glass is half-empty but the table's soaking wet
when my life is nearly over it's the spills that I'll regret

It feels like a month since i saw your face
but at least it's a steady pace
if i tell them they won, they might back down
and relent their cacophony of sound

Like banging your head against a brick wall
the pressure compounds when the order's too tall
if the glass is half-empty but the table's soaking wet
when my life is nearly over it's the spills that I'll regret

The words are only that but they never have rang true
they're always quick to come between me and you