(A Call to Apathy)

I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone
that'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome
girl, you must atone some ..

 you wanna fight for this love,



 

but honey you cannot wrestle a dove

You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance