The Kill

You can try to change your mind on a whim But you can't, and you will let me down And I'll still pretend to understand Cross the street at the end of the road Look around, left and right Chances high the cars won't stop at night In case you stick around Knuckles white, losing grip on this fight And it's the same, and it's not getting worse It's just a lot to carry I'm running as fast as I can But I'm still here Counting years for someone's will I don't mean it, I'm not pacing for the kill Take me back, chasing beers in that bar You don't see through the mask Change the subject, just don't ask and you'll be fine You can try to change your mind on a whim But you can't, and you will let me down And I'll still pretend to understand