Lyrics wharton's jorts - tommy oeffling

You set down your pocket bible softly in the bin
And joshed about the cross to make your mother wince
Wait out your coughing fits and cover up my head
'Cause I'd rather wake up tired than sleep alone instead
Our lives can't intertwine enough these days, it seems
We walk and talk and waste the days until we sleep
You can't come close to doing wrong across my eyes
Cut off the excess, try to make new family ties
After it all, I'll be at fault
After it all, I'll be at fault