The Embassy - Pistols At Dawn lyrics

this is a bailout, baby like anyone could save me now drag my body out to shore we must look pretty tired a motive with a smile and the chalk outline on the floor but i want more, and i'm not ready for this war does it keep you from sleep like it's doing to me? it's getting harder to keep. does it weigh on your mind and make you weak at the knees? so if i'm all alone, then this must be my atonement i wear the cross that i have made you slipped a fast one by me i guess that i can finally say that the favor's been repaid and i will pray that something beautiful will stay but the truth is: i'm no saint, and you're no savior. so what's the use in this sort of behavior?