The Fine Line Lyrics

Turn around,
And see my life dissolving piece by piece,
And stacked up in the street in big black bags.
I take my coffee black.
You know that.

The prophecy in my paper just came true.
The psychic on page 40 spoke of you,
And what I've put you through.
I'm aware.

I coping well.
I've only stayed up late five nights this week.
I don't like how I feel when I'm asleep,
Except when you're there.
You're not there.

Hold nothing back.
Tell me everything you think is wrong.
And I won't try to change them while I'm gone.
I won't be long.
Well, I hope not.

Don't try to explain
No cause to complain.
Don't change all the locks,
You're all that I've got.
Don't hang up the phone.
I don't want to be alone.
That's deeply unfair
I'm holding my air.
I won't answer my calls.
I won't come to the door.
I'm trying my best.
How can I give more?
Can't eat and can't sleep.
Can't talk and can't think.
You're twisting your hair could drive me to drink.

You won't come back done,
With your head in the clouds.

You're all that I've got.