I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

The one that got away Oh, the one that got away There's always one that gets away The one that sneaks up on you then slips away You were mine In the back of my mind

You are the song that I sing You are the four seasons of my life But maybe tomorrow You'll change your mind girl Maybe tomorrow You'll come back to my arms girl You are the book that I read each day (Gonna sing it to you) The way you do baby

Move back there, so I could move on I'm taking all I can from the desert sound I'm taking all I can from the desert land Pushing the limit of music from the inside Arabic sound is driving my mind The first time I walked down into your town A new kind of

And nothing ever did feel so real but this time My time, my mind is gone, turn the lights back on Baby I’m in the next room but is it gonna be long 'Til I see you again At the coffin Have a great flight outta here, I suppose But you must go, I suppose So

If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But my photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me "One step at a time", they say "One trip, and you're back that way" I don't

The one, the one that really matters The one that really cares The one, when your whole world is shattered Snap your fingers and I'll be there I know your mind like the back of my hand A race that I ran before Are you so blind that you'd turn your back

Baby, I want you to cave me in I want it, I do (Girl, cave me in, I won't say it again, I want you) God bless those Northern lights And our own devices, babe Entropy multiplies 'Cause in the back of my mind In the back of my hemisphere So maybe I won't

Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride And I know it's risky right Won't you hit it how I like But I want it in the backseat of my hm Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead So I want it now Oowee these fellas can't mind their business, hm