Narrow Margins کے بول

I can't live this way Breaking all my rules again Choking on my gin You push 'til I give in 'Til the loser always wins Somehow with his beckoning Bruising with his threads Confusing what he says But I won't live that way Though I kind of want to anyway Kind of want to play With all the pretty and the pure Well I return to the earth I return to the dust No more beauty by the pound And this I do not trust 'Cause nothing forgives Rules and narrow margins In our lives It's rules and narrow margins But I will slip by I can't find the time I don't know the future I couldn't bring that past back I waste what little time I have But I swear I almost touched it Yet it slipped between my fingers Sent shivers down my spine Cut a splinter in my mind But it wasn't nothing, again These rules and narrow margins But our life Is rules and narrow margins But I will slip by Rules and narrow margins Rules and narrow margins But I will slip by