Restaurant Song

Uptight and dead end eyes
Are all we ever do
But I can put it out
This torch I have for you
I would tell you
How many ways I've tried
But you won't hear me
You're rolling on your pride
You're cold and angry pride

Outside delivery car is leaving on it's form
Meanwhile you and I are laughing at the floor
You don't need me here
To pick upon your sins
I should leave you now
Before I get sucked in
By your cold and lovely pride

But formally I
Could get you free
And take you some place quiet
We could glime
On cheap red wine
Back to where we started
And maybe then we
Wouldn't be a drag

Wound up and running loose
There I go again
Right back into the arms
Of what I left for dead
If it's not happening
You should let me know
Cause if it's not happening
I should really go
Back to my cold and angry pride