3- The Breaks

You've gotta keep your secrets under your hat, keep,
Your cards pulled to your chest,
Keep your feelings under lock and key, or,
Leave them on the shelf,
That you inhabited when you were young, when,
You didn't understand,
What it was that kept the interest coming in…

You've gotta stay at home on Friday nights so,
You never see the face,
Of the one you love, who doesn't know,
That you even exist,
Anymore, they're living their life, you're just,
Trying to resist,
Texting them,
To see if they still think about it…

Because nobodies gonna keep you on the right road,
Nobodies gonna tell you what to say,
Nobodies gonna tell you not to take a chance,
If you wanna fall in love you've got to take the breaks.

You've gotta use your hands as paddle's if you,
Want to move the stream,
You've gotta use your head as a ghost-trap if you,
Wanna have clear dreams,
You've got to ask for God's forgiveness if you can't,
Justify the means,
Of making your end, leading your own little scene…

You've got to ache each evening,
Wishing for the pills to help you fly,
You've gotta learn to not look at your phone, if you're left,
Waiting on replies,
You've gotta move on, like a, gypsy song,
When you get that final sign,
You've got to at least pretend that you're doing fine…

Because nobodies gonna fal in love with heartache,
Nobodies gonna fix you when you break down…
Nobodies gonna tell you that they need you more,
Nobodies gonna love you for all time...