In a car on the driveway the conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas
White lies and motivation, we're standing oh so honestly
I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes
I think that "I" is the only word in your vocabulary tonight
Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead
And I shut my hand in your door
And I looked around for a lifeline

Well I would rather have a broken arm
Than have my arms around you
Well I would rather have a broken arm
Than have my arms around you

It took a minute or two to gather all my neurotic thoughts
Before I started to talk way too loud
Loudly I thought to myself "God, how do I find myself here again and again"
My same black eyes stare straight ahead as
I took my time with a cigarette
Fair enough I'm still in love with the false hope of us stabbed inside my chest
Let me tell you all about it

'Cause I would rather have a punctured lung
Than waste my breath on you
Well I would rather have a punctured lung
Than waste my breath on you

Although my dear
I would rather have a broken hart
Than give up hope on you
Well I would rather have a broken heart
Than give up hope on you