If I could, I would suture a great divide
Grind an edge on a blunted pride
Make my way out alive

If I could, I would break the grip of her hold
Boldly do what no man has done
Ditch my crutches and run

She's so heavy on the vitriol
She redlines with a number rolled
In black jeans and a camisole

If I could, I would suture a great divide
Grind an edge on a blunted pride
Make my way out of line

She's so heavy on the vitriol
She redlines with a number rolled
In black jeans and a camisole
I can wait forever
Wait for ever
I can wait forever

It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market

t's a drag, it's a gas
and I can't live without it

It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market

It's a drag, it's a gas, and I can't live without it