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