| I keep my wings strapped back | |
| I keep my heart in a jar | |
| You ain't ready for me | |
| You say you'll keep your catch | |
| Your fingers crossed in the dark | |
| You're all just touch and go | |
| Don't wanna be | |
| Your traps they close too slow | |
| I want your body on me | |
| You can't have me | |
| None of your shit from the bar | |
| Nobody wants that package please | |
| that adage still rings true | |
| Take a look, take a good long look, | |
| by the book, is the hook that I just gone took | |
| You're breaking every rule I made, | |
| I only play by the book | |
| Yah, I only play by the book | |
| You won't be ready for me | |
| You ain't ready for me | |
| How could I ever leave you behind? | |
| Stay with me | |
| Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me | |
| I need, I need, I need, I need your love | |
| Don't be the rich one, see all the warnings, son | |
| the rule is the feel, the morning comes | |
| see giant clocks of mercury | |
| pouring from their eyes | |
| give back both your times---trust it. | |
| occupied love falls between the lines | |
| faded high | |
| Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me | |
| I need, I need, I need, I need your love | |
| Faded is this high |