The ship is in the ground   The losers form the brook and   The literary crowd   Is choking on the metaphors   Love is swept up   And the lovers never miss it   We never stop to think    Until we're sleeping with the enemy      And I know that you've got   Another anchor in my pocket now   To sink me where I stand   And I know that it's just   Another chance to track my eyelids down   And pick the prize from my hands      And when there's nothing left of love   There's nothing wrong with checking all the above      Eyes close as they walk right through me   Ears burn from an unwanted moniker   Slide a hook in my lip, don't lose me   Sign your name, yeah, we're all bad actors   Fell in love with the childhood daydream   Build a fort out of patchwork comforters   Watch the sun with the plastic savior   Learn to laugh at another man's misery      But when there's nothing left of love   There's nothing wrong with checking all the above   All the above   All the above   All the above   All the above