Dirty Little Heart

Another night, another year that gone.
Raise your glass, I'm not home tonight.
Nothings changed but everythings different.
Getting cold in the bus stop light.
All the days, all the time we spent,
Making plans for another life.
Staring out of a backseat window.
Making cuts with a plastic knife.

This dirty heart still longs to beat.
Back in your arms, back on your street.
These open wounds you gave me.
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris
Of my dirty little heart.

Another flight, still I don't belong.
An empty glass. still not home tonight.
I look for a chance, but only find indifferance.
I'm growing old in the glare of a spotlight.
All those nights, all these hearts I've haunted.
All the memories we shared.
I wonder if this will ever be different.
I wonder if they will ever be spared.

This dirty heart still longs to beat.
Back in your arms, back on your street.
These open wounds you gave me.
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris
Of my dirty little...

These open wounds you gave me.
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris
Of my dirty little heart.

This dirty heart still longs to beat.
Back in your arms, back on your street.
These open wounds you gave me.
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris
Of my dirty, dirty...

These open wounds you gave me.
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris
Of my dirty little heart.