Trenches - Beth Crowley

I start to dial your number

And I can’t help but wonder

Which side of you I’ll get tonight

The one that’s so unsettled

And hates me just a little

Or the one that isn’t in denial

I’ve run out of things to say

I can’t make you change

If you don’t really want to

Why would you rather lay

In the lonely bed you made

When I’m out in the trenches

And I’m still fighting for you

It’s been an endless cycle

Of memories you don’t remember

But they all mean something to me

Each time you drown your sorrow

Hit the bottom of the bottle

It never fixes anything

You must think I’m pretty sad

Trying to bring some life back

In what’s already half dead

I’m so angry I could snap

You should be just as mad

You tell me I don’t know

What it’s been like inside your head

But I never claimed I did, no

Help me understand

How did it get this bad

'Cause I’ve run out of things to say

I can’t make you change

If you don’t really want to

(If you don’t really want to)

Why would you rather lay

In the lonely bed you made

When I’m out in the trenches

(When I’m out in the trenches)

You must think I’m pretty sad

Trying to bring some life back

In what’s already half dead

(In what’s already half dead)

I’m so angry I could snap

You should be just as mad

It’s time that you decide

What kind of life you wanna live

(What kind of life you wanna live)