You Are My Rushmore

Every sign I saw was pointing south
Heading straight to hell, and you caught me, you caught me
I was spitting into wishing wells
Begging for a sell, and you bought in, you bought me
My faded tongue slipped by the shore which I have left
And stuttered words they turned the air to frozen breath

Baby, you're a little too good for...
Maybe you don't know what I've got in store
Baby, promise me you're always gonna roll with the hits
You know I'm never gonna get it right
Baby, you're a little too good for...
Maybe you don't know what I've got in store
Baby, I promise it'll be alright

We lost ourselves back when we really had to choose
We saw the world and all the awful it can do
But that don't change a thing
The point is that you got me
You've got me in a bad way
You've got me in a real bad way
Way to keep me crumbling

Tear me open and wear me out
Here's to hoping that you'll keep me around
That you'll keep me around, that you'll keep me around

Baby, you're a little too good for...
Maybe you don't know what I've got in store
Baby, promise me you're always gonna roll with the hits
You know I'm never gonna get it right
Baby, you're a little too good for...
Maybe you don't know what I've got in store
Baby, I promise it'll be alright