Into The Reasons

I'm pulling you to me
My fingers in your wounds
Ice storms won't water your eyes
Pressing the truth from you
If it's me or nothing - choose nothing
There's nothing right with me nothing
I'm just making myself colder
Innocence set to time
You can tell there's something wrong
You can see it in my eyes
If it's me or nothing - choose nothing
There's nothing right with me - nothing
Now left to your own devices
It's a quarter to three and you can't breathe
She's downstairs covering her eyes
And wishing you'd leave
So break a bottle and cut me up
I'm stuck between right and wrong
Feeling good about myself
Or finding reasons to write songs
Setting myself up for a fall
It doesn't matter what they think about you
What matters is your own arms around you
Live with yourself
Can you make it alone?
Or do you reach out with your eyes closed