Testo Hostages

I'm cozying up to some old demons tonight
Dressing up heartache in poetry and wine
But I am sick of metaphors
As if some florid words make self-destruction justified
No, my sorrow don't look that pretty this time
I never asked for romance, I tend to find it disingenuous
Worn out lines and candlelight, I think they're meaningless
But I did beg for sincerity And hoped you might see in me something maybe worth a fight
I guess it was a fool's wish in hindsight

If I am not the one, who am I to hold you here
With all you've gone and done, who are you to hold me here
Like we're hostages

Now maybe someday someone will make your heart come alive
And if that day should come, Lord I pray she treats you kind
And I guess until then
I will just be the friend you turn to in the dark of night
Because to hell with my heart and my pride

If I am not the one, who am I to hold you here
With all you've gone and done, who are you to hold me here Like we're hostages

I can't keep giving precedence
To some future sentiments that may never manifest
Because by then I will have nothing left

If I am not the one, who am I to hold you here
With all you've gone and done, who are you to hold me here
Like we're hostages
Like we're hostages

I'm cozying up to some old demons tonight