Crutched

[Verse 1]
A few words you whispered
A ghost of a chance, we took it and danced
Through the moonshine, the grapevine
The cynics rehearse and seasons traverse

[Chorus 1]
Tell me the changes seem trite
Tell me it doesn’t feel tight
Pop songs and love, what a drag
Why do I keep falling back into you?

[Verse 2]
Generic rhythm break now for a bar (Or so)
Can’t I—fast and loose—cut to the chase
And spout out my feelings to your face
Without us writing rhymes, without us belting lines?
God, we’re stalling in vain, and seasons refrain

[Chorus 2]
Sing it, tell me the changes seem trite (All the same)
Tell me it doesn’t feel tight
Pop songs and love, what a drag (It’s a shame)
Oh, why do I keep falling back?
I keep falling back into you

[Bridge]
Do we really gotta wait?
Seems we both confessed too late
Luckless much, are we?
Still I really can’t abate
Tugging on the threads of fate
It’s my crutch, you see
So now whatcha say?
Put some faith, come what may, hey

[Chorus 3]
Tell me the changes seem trite, yeah (All the same)
Tell me it doesn’t feel tight
Pop songs and love, what a drag, ain’t it, hey? (It’s a shame)
So why do I keep falling back into you?

[Chorus 4]
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
You’re crutching my heart
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Got a crutch on you, yeah
Pop songs and love, what a drag, ain’t it?
But like always, I keep falling back
I keep falling back
I keep falling back into you