Lovesong

Hold the lines
I′m bound to be someone better
Someone you recognize
But for now I sit back, I observe, but I standby

Referred as verbose, I'm a vivid dreamer
My fingers cut on roses, I′m an early leaver, but I still learn

Take a pic just for fun from the front seat
Tape six on the wall so you'd love me
Write your name down on my wrist
So all the ice can die inside me

Weigh the picks, you stick, way too normal
Due choice, loud voice, stay informal
I know it's my head that′s in my hands
But it′s my bed where the fucking home is

(Really, again?)

I gave you a shot, but you threw it away
At least I learned a lot, but I forgot it anyway
Don't try to tell me how or when
I thought we could try to mend

I′ll give the fuck up, and drop you a second chance
Writhing in my bed, I'm fucking sick of these hands
Don′t try to tell me how or when
Cus' I don′t wanna hear it, no

Take a pic just for fun from the front seat
Tape six on the wall so you'd love me
Write your name down on my wrist
So all the ice can die inside me

Weigh the picks, you stick, way too normal
Due choice, loud voice, stay informal
I know it's my head that′s in my hands
But it′s my bed where the fucking home is

(Really, again?)

And I'm losing the will to care
We′re ten toes up now, but I'm pullin′ my hair out

(And that's time!)

Even though what we put it in is fair
I′ma buy clout from what we have left of us

And you said, "what's the next step now?"
Put a line in between our heads, sit straight and stare right down

(I'm overdue again)

It′s just better for us
There′s much better for us
There's not much left of us

(Us)
(There′s not much of us)
(Us)
(There's not much of us)
(Us)
(There′s not much of us)
(Us)
(There's not much of us)

Yet my hindsight got me nowhere
I′ll bite to get out of this town
I'll be dragged up onto shore
There's no turning back now