Defeatist

I may have faltered in my life
but not with you I couldn’t make this up
I’ve had trouble disengaging my heart
but I'll bite the grenade pin out

you know I want you
you know I will fight
down in the trenches
holding your hand tight
I will not make it out without you
I'll bite the bullet
I'll fall right through you

sweet, sweet baby of mine
you will be the one I call on for all time
your weird mind, your bright eyes
I’ve wasted so much time
on all the things
that don’t turn me on
so let's fight on

you know I want you
you know I will fight
down in the trenches
holding your hand tight
I will not make it out without you
I'll bite the bullet
I'll fall right through you

and as the dust falls down
I usually give up so easily
I let my head hang down before I even see
a truth as plain as day staring back at me
I'm a defeatist but I don’t have to be