Mint Condition
Joe Pernice
If I could, I would suture a great divide
Grind an edge on a blunted pride
Make my way out alive
If I could, I would break the grip of her hold
Boldly do what no man has done
Ditch my crutches and run
She's so heavy on the vitriol
She redlines with a number rolled
In black jeans and a camisole
If I could, I would suture a great divide
Grind an edge on a blunted pride
Make my way out of line
She's so heavy on the vitriol
She redlines with a number rolled
In black jeans and a camisole
I can wait forever
Wait for ever
I can wait forever
It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It's a drag, it's a gas, and I can't live without it
It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It's a drag, it's a gas, and I can't live without it