Testo Bottom Of Barrels

Looking for love in all the wrong places
Like the back seats of taxis and in strangers' faces
Fumbling for change and slowly turn the key
The ceiling is spinning, at least the floors holding onto me
I'll start renovations I can't wait 'till the Mason
Has the bleak realization that we'll have to knock the whole wall through

I'll tear them down, as much as it is hurting me I'll tear them down, I'm never saying never
No, I'm never saying never again

I guess it turns out that love isn't really all you need
I'm at the end of my rope
I'm holding out hope for someone to hold onto me
I think I need something more, like a shred of dignity
But I finally realized when I look in your eyes
You aren't looking back at me

I'm a jigsaw, misshapen, trying to fit in the picture
And the harder I force it, desperation is clearer
Creaking under the weight of vulnerability
Oh, it's easy to think that there's something wrong with me
I'll tear them down, as much as it is hurting me
I'll tear them down, I'm never saying never
No, I'm never saying never again

I guess it turns out that love isn't really all you need
I'm at the end of my rope
I'm holding out hope for someone to hold onto me
I think I need something more, like a shred of dignity
But I finally realized when I look in your eyes
You aren't looking back at me

And I'm losing sight of shore
I've never been so far before
I'm sick of always wanting more
Riptide I'm with you

Looking for love in all the wrong places
Like the bottoms of barrels
It's been found stranger places