Bad night
Fresh blood tracking on the train home
Red eye
Ghosts I probably should have dropped off

Shaking like a soldier
Head bowed at your door
Stop me if I'm rambling
If you’ve heard this one before
Body full of cotton
Lips all chapped and blue
Tell me that you miss me like I don't miss me too

I don't think I'm
I don't think I'm bulletproof
I don't think I'm
I don't think I'm bulletproof

Stiff drink
Walk me closer to the edge now
Take the line in my hand, play double-dutch
Oh, lover I'm afraid that I fucked it up
Where can I find the force you fell in love with?

I don't think I'm
I don't think I'm bulletproof
I don't think I'm
I don't think I'm bulletproof

Another convalescent too skinny for his clothes
But you promised no fighting, so I won't if you won't
And anyway I'm tired of how my hands look in fists
Of shadow-boxing failure, if failure always wins