Conquest of Mistakes

Feat. Soupy

At quarter to 1 we hit the last dive

On our bar crawl down route 18

You stumbled in with those tequila eyes at last call

And auctioned yourself off to the bar scene

Here I am

You'll awake to another heartache

A conquest of mistakes

I'll be there to sweep away the pain, your doormat in the rain

It's just work then sleep then work again

The same old story in the end until FridayNight and you give yourself away

Some sordid business, a sloppy routine

I cannot stand to watch for another day

You'll awake to another heartache

A conquest of mistakes

I'll be there

To sweep away the pain

Your doormat in the rain

Here I am to get you home okay

The linchpin to your frame

To keep your head straight.I don't want this anymore

In bar light you don't look the same

(I don't want this anymore)

I can't read the lines on your face

(I don't want this anymore)

I know that I ain't been a saint

But I've gotta walk away

I don't want this, I don't want this anymore