Something I Can Argue by Ethan Charles Lyrics

Well if your kiss has fed me
Then they'll bury me in chains;
If you're keeping up the title
Then you're far too late to save;

And I'm thinking myself something of
The time that they forgot;
But I'll keep an open mind
If you'll pretend that's what I want

But, oh, you don't love it when it's not
Obscene or gentle or simple or bought
And, for a taste of what I've got
I'll let it grow old before it's shot

Well you think you got me baby
But I never learned your name;
But it took all my breath to starve you
And that's more than most I'd say;

And I'd feel a little guilty
If I ever tried that maze;
And that's something I can argue
But not something I can face
But, oh, you don't love it when it's not
Obscene or gentle or simple or bought
And, for a taste of what I've got
I'll let it grow old before it's shot

What good's my time?
If I'm a page, I'll leave an open book;
I forsake my spine, if that's what they all wanna hear
I'll give it up

But I won't take back what I stole
It wasn't me, it was the gin
I burn my sins from both ends

But, oh, you don't love it when it's not
Obscene or gentle or simple or bought
And, for a taste of what I've got
I'll let it grow old before it's shot

Written by:
Ethan Charles Abramson