Climb
CHRIS ECKMAN
Misery's a hostage
That you treat too fair, and
The weekends are a washout
Filled with bright despair, and
You lose yourself in your work,
Will you come up for air?,
And if you hate me just for tryin'
You'll hate me when I'm done
I swear
Climb me up
If you need some bones
On which to climb
Climb me tall
I don't believe,
Your love of nothin'
Climb me still
I won't wander
You will whistle
Throw your sullen wings away
Honesty is violence
That you took too far, and
I loved you, from the first night
We both got fucked up, in my car
Climb me up
If you need some bones
On which to climb
Climb me tall
Don't believe,
Your love of nothin'
Climb me still
I won't wander
You will whistle
Throw your sullen wings away
For good
Throw your sullen wings away