[Verse 1]

I can smell your underbelly, softened and sweet

It gets me going like I've nothing to eat

Should I throw your voice around to answer my calls?

Listening to everything I think these things are weakening

[Chorus]

Oh Robert, where's the sign -

Is it in the lazy way she says the same things each time?

The armistice the ticker tape

Throwing fading features in my lonely typeface

[Verse 2]

In a diary lined with cinderblock I fastened my fame

We all know you chip away at it but you're playing my game

With a hundred thousand pixelated ways this could end

I'll keep running into everything until these things are weakening

[Chorus 2]

Oh Robert, bide your time

Shake her jagged heart as thing to unwind

To tie up all my army gear

Bayonets of worried words you say when I'm near

[Verse 3]

My patience giving out on me

She's awfully deaf to the irony

Of wilderness and sympathy

A storied romance met with blasphemy

A tempest and a yes in a tackle box

I can give and give on until our names are lost