Pressure Cracks - Poor Mans Poison

The pressure cracks in that old wooden floor still creaking

Ever so softly, and just barely off-key

It lets me know that you’ve just got back from your adjustment leave

And you can feel it in the air

Something just died and came back to play fair

Oh, play fair

Or we could just walk away

Or save it for another day

And if this feeling grows at all

We can just stand back and watch the castle fall

And have you ever tried to see

What beats so strong inside of me

And if so, then have you ever cared?

Or decided with a pitiful stare, singing:

«Throw it away!

Throw it away!

Make your move and then make my day

Throw it away!

Throw it away!»

This love has finally burned itself, betrayed

Oh, if only we could do it again

And you can have your fun with your so-called friends

And I’d forget that we’d ever kissed

Might as well use that knife in my back on my wrists

See, I watch you look at me

All dressed up, the girl’s going out to party

And I might not have a home

But I had a heart until you ripped it out and left me alone, saying:

«Throw it away!

Throw it away!

Make your move and then make my day

Throw it away!

Throw it away!»

This love has finally burned itself, betrayed

Throw it away!

Throw it away!

Make your move and then make my day

Throw it away!

Throw it away!

This love has finally burned itself, betrayed