The Glass - Allman Brown

I keep you at arm’s length

And the hurt was still fragile

I still feel it in my chest

But you lived just beneath my skin

Oh, I haven’t learned yet

How to quit you, to quit you

Decisions aren’t always wise

Or easy to recognize

In the glass, in the glass

Something doesn’t read right

Between the lines

In the glass, in the glass

The glass

I keep you in past tense

The stories I’ve rehearsed

To hide from my worst

But you keep breaking free

And I still haven’t learned

How to quit you, to quit you

Decisions aren’t always wise

Or easy to recognize

In the glass, in the glass

Something doesn’t read right

Between the lines

In the glass, in the glass

Decisions aren’t always wise

Or easy to recognize

In the glass, in the glass

Something doesn’t read right

Between the lines

In the glass, in the glass

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Too much

Decisions aren’t always wise

Or easy to recognize

In the glass, in the glass

Something doesn’t read right

Between the lines

In the glass, in the glass