Eve 6

CHORUS:
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin 'round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
I burn burn like a wicker cabinet
chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time had gotten stale
The tick tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I wanna tear it off the wall
I hear words and clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale