Mint Condition

If I could, I would suture a great divide Grind an edge on a blunted pride Make my way out alive If I could, I would break the grip of her hold Boldly do what no man has done Ditch my crutches and run She's so heavy on the vitriol She redlines with a number rolled In black jeans and a camisole If I could, I would suture a great divide Grind an edge on a blunted pride Make my way out of line She's so heavy on the vitriol She redlines with a number rolled In black jeans and a camisole I can wait forever Wait for ever I can wait forever It's a fickle market It's a fickle market It's a fickle market It's a drag, it's a gas, and I can't live without it It's a fickle market It's a fickle market It's a fickle market It's a drag, it's a gas, and I can't live without it