"You Could Have Died There On The Dancefloor" lyrics - WESTSIDE COWBOY

Scrape your eyes across the lock
You told me you were going home
You could have died there on the dance floor
Not a couple hours ago
Where the place was dark and crowded
As this city tends to be
I couldn't stand for standing upright
In the busy brake light street
And I

And I could tell that you looked tired
In the blue lights from your phone
Like your skin was stretched out tight
Around your hollow tent pole bones

We live uncertain lives
In just as uncertain times
You are never what you say you are
But you were never good at lies
This house can crush your chest
Until it's real enough to see
The concave my hands make
Pushing hard into your spleen
I was outside looking in
Through the plastic prison screen
Oh, I am everything, I am perfect
There is no fate worse than me

And when the dust had finally settled
In the bluish, blackish sky
Through my lacerated fingers
I see your moving picture smile
And you're singing through the wall
With your hands across the rail
And the bus hit me at speed
With every crushing piece of detail

And the tiles clip our heads
Before they crash into the ground
And they smash the neatest glasswork
Into thick serrated clouds

But I was outside looking in
Through the crack I was allowed
Oh, I am everything but perfect
But I'm trying, so please keep me around

[Refrain:]
Please keep me around
Please keep me around
Please keep me around
Please keep me around