The Loved Ones Who Hate Us - Handguns

Broken down stages and no hourly wages

A sunburn for weeks and all our loved ones still hate us

A winter night in Portland, I walked out the door to wander

The city and I asked myself if anyone still cared

The road’s so disappointed

I think I should stop complaining

I don’t want to be weak

(Tell me would you wait for…)

The ends passed each other on the street

(Tell me would you wait for me?)

I don’t want to be scared

(Tell me would you wait for…)

I just want you to remember me

(Tell me would you wait?)

A summer night in Houston I walked out the door to wander

The city and I asked myself if anyone still cared

If you want to leave, why don’t you go?

I can’t make the space for everything you want and what you deserve

If you want to leave why don’t you go?

I never said that this won’t hurt

Would you stare at me, wondering if I’ve got the steam to keep this thing going?

Stare at me wondering if I’ve got the steam to keep this going