can't believe what belief means to believers anymore

not a hell of a lot.
if i took your head where i wanted it to go
we'd be on the road for days.
no one would ever find us
let's gets married to our inhibitions
we'll never cross the line in the sand if you never draw it
i'd cradle your head, pick you up off the bathroom floor
baby you can't let the booze do this anymore
i've got a glove box full of angry words and trunk full of regrets
but i'd drive it off the nearest cliff if it brought me to you
the crowd doesn't love you when you're off your knees
but i might see potential.
do you know what you're getting into?
if so please let me know
brain is on a strike, can't agree with the heart
if i could fit in a mailbox i'd send myself to you
todays forecast: partly desperate with a chance of redemption
you're a nerd and my head is a comic book convention
you're always on my mind
wish it went both ways