Patron Saint from Longhaul by Time and Place

i’m the patron saint of broken hearts. i’m a mess, i confess and that’s a start. but where it ends, i don’t know. at the bottom of a whiskey bottle thrown at my face? are you insane? leave the past where it was. we’ll call this love. leave the past where it was. let’s be fools, let’s call this love. i’m a dick, you’re a dove. i’m addicted to the peace when you take off. but in your wake, i’m taking shells and praying to anyone that will still take my calls. i’m on my knees begging you please. [chorus] but in between all the arguments, the make-up sex, police visits, i lie like a carpet. to get laid and walked out on, strung out, beaten up and danced upon. and in between what we think we know, two souls that want to have to hold, to own. we get a taste and waste away or waste it gambling it all away on cold hearts in warm bodies. we’re two steps from the edge and one memory away from giving up and jumping in. our history repeats. we neither learn nor retreat. we’re going down just you and me. so, let’s leave the past where it was. we’ll call this love. leave the past where it was. we’ll be fools. we’ll be in love.

• Boston
• Punk
• acoustic
• folk punk
• punk rock
• rock n roll
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