Marnie Blake – Telegraph Punches Lyrics

Telegraph Punches – Marnie Blake Lyrics

You’re on your fifteenth strike, or something like that, I guess

Got all the cards in your hand, but you still can’t give me your best

You’re running late, I guess it’s okay

‘Til you come through the door, and now I’m not sure

Got this look on your face, like you’ve got something to say

So I remember to brace myself for you to play your ace

The move when you go, “you know, I love you babe”

Then tell me that you saw her again today

Just another routine story

Heard it before, now the ending’s just boring

I gave you the benefit of all my doubts

Still I know just how this always goes down

I can see it coming from a mile away

Straight for the heart, and I’m bleedin’ again

You say I always jump to conclusions too quick

You say “give me a chance”, and I'm already sick

Still, I keep tellin' myself, “girl, just trust him”

But you keep throwing those telegraph punches

Wide awake, you say you’ve changed

Guess every day's a "brand new day”

And I take your word for it like an idiot

Pretending I believe you when you say you're gonna quit

You call it isolated instances of male impulsivity

Funny way to talk about a shit personality

Oh, it's just another fight at dinner

Who’s that bleach blonde country singer?

I gave you the benefit of all my doubts

Still I know just how this always goes down

I can see it coming from a mile away

Straight for the heart, and I’m bleedin’ again

You say I always jump to conclusions too quick

You say “give me a chance”, and I'm already sick

Still, I keep tellin' myself, “girl, just trust him”

But you keep throwing those telegraph punches

Ah, ah-ah

(You keep throwing those telegraph punches)

Ah, ah-ah

(You keep throwing those telegraph punches)

You don’t even have to swing anymore

I hear your key and I’m ready for war

One little pause before you say my name

One little “baby,” and I know the game

It’s not intuition, it’s not in my head

It’s all of the words that you haven’t said

I gave you the benefit of all my doubts

Still I know just how this always goes down

I can see it coming from a mile away

Straight for the heart, and I’m bleedin’ again

You say I always jump to conclusions too quick

You say “give me a chance”, and I'm already sick

Still, I keep tellin' myself, “girl, just trust him”

But you keep throwing those telegraph punches

Ah, ah-ah

(You keep throwing those telegraph punches)

Ah, ah-ah

(You keep throwing those telegraph punches)