I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light Brand New

[Verse 1]
The time has come for colds and overcoats
We're quiet on the ride
We're all just waiting to get home
Another week away, my greatest fear
I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill
Then my profession would be staring
Know we do this 'cause we care, not for the thrill
Collect calls to home
Tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone

[Chorus]
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No, we won't let you in
You win, you win, you win

[Verse 2]
I wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hollow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I won't see home 'til spring
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing