Wait out the Wreck - Kevin Devine

I don’t do that shit to myself anymore

I keep it away from me

I don’t want to live like I’m dead anymore, so

Keep that away from me

We broke all the bread

Argued through every side, now

What’s there to do but leave?

You can tailor the truth

Make it look how you like, but

That didn’t work for me

You talk with your hands

And break bricks with your head

You’re black and you’re blue

And a matter of «when»

And I can’t wait around

For bad news anymore

I keep it away from me

You talk with your hands

And break bricks with your head

You’re black and you’re blue

And a matter of «when»

You pray with a wink

Fingers crossed in your bed

That you’ll wait out the wreck

Well, I can’t hang around

To find out anymore

I’ll keep it away from me