Where Your Nights Often End

Courage, so careful where
 Your nights often end
 For someone so lonely you
 Got a lot of friends
 And they're still all waiting their turn
 To approve all they need to burn
 And inside of daydreams there's cigarettes
 That seem to fall away
 But I can't make the lines out
 To carry you alone
 I'm patient, so sterile and
 My night's will never end
 In a cadence of plans which
 Never could pretend or begin to act out inside here
 On the bar stools and discount beer
 Within the chorus lines of hand-picked songs
 That say that I just don't belong
 You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
 The busy rotation of what goes wrong
 But I can't make the lines out
 To carry us alone
 You play the part of the thoughtless romantic in
 The busy rotation of what goes wrong
 But I can't make the lines out
 I'm never gonna make the lines out