It's a Delicate Waltz - Matthew Ryan

Don’t wanna hear your voice

Don’t wanna see your car

Don’t wanna have to explain

Don’t wanna fall apart

Maybe I was mad sometimes

Maybe I’m cursed my love

Maybe it was gonna be fine

Maybe my aim just sucks

But I’m a loser now

All my days are plows

The cuts, the bruises

The shorter fuses

I’m a loser now

We smoked our cigarettes

Outside the silver store

We moved like thunderheads

Across the floor

Under a glittering sky

I swear I meant no harm

I wish I could lean back in time

To my lover’s arms

But I’m a loser now

All my days are plows

The cuts, the bruises

The shorter fuses

I’m a loser now

It’s a delicate waltz