last to take their hand off your heart, keeps it Lyrics

It's sad boy hour on the train

At least they've given us a bucket of fruit to share

Truthfully I'm afraid of the future

The possibility of living without ya

Is losing me sleep and making me ill

Even if you're not here I will love you still

The inside voices cancel me out

I get it, I'm sick of myself too

My inner puppeteer begins to work his magic again

I cut the strings, hell, I have nothing to lose

Last to take their hand off, your heart keeps it

I'm so serious this time

You could give it to whoever needs it

But that doesn't make much money

No, that doesn't make much money

A simple question drifting away

It caught the side, the side of the train

Sharing berries I take a bite, you take two

And you say it's all mine

Being real I don't mind, excuse me being blind

To the light from outside of the carriage

Has got me riled up in you

What to do, point of views tend to change

You're yelling out stop from the back of the train

The conductor's caught up in his own sick affairs

When we don't end up in love it's not fair