diamond and a tether.

pity, take pity on me. cause i'm not half the man that i should be. always turning to run from the people i should not be afraid of. and darling, you should know that i have fantasies about being alone. it's like love is a lesson that i can't learn. i make the same mistakes at each familiar turn.

i know you can't hold out forever waiting on a diamond and a tether from a boy who won't swim but who will dip his toe in just to keep you here with him. i've got this habit i abhor. when we go out i'm always watching the door cause if there's someone i'm gonna see who could outdo the things you do to me.

and i know you can't hold out forever waiting on a diamond and a tether from a boy who won't fly but who will take the skies if he thinks you are about to say goodbye. pity, take pity on me cause i'm not half the man that i should be. and i don't blame you, you've had enough of all these empty promises and countless bluffs.

cause i know you can't hold out forever waiting on a diamond and a tether from a boy who won't jump when he falls in love. he just stands with his toes on the edge and he waits for it do disappear again.

half-line.

i knew that i'd get like this again. that's why i try to keep at bay, be one-hundred percent when i'm with you and then a perfect heart's length away.

the stickler is you've played not one beat wrong. you never promised me anything, even sat me down, warned me just how they fall and i knew the odds were i'd never win.

yet here i am. it's a half life. with you as my quaterback, a daft life.

my self-worth measured in text back tempo. its been two days and eight minutes too slow. there may as well be other but i still like to pretend that i'm the one you really want to grow old with.

you've got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep sweet. its so much to everyone all the time. will you ever slow down? will i ever come first? the universe contracts decide.

you know you'll never be lonely. you know you'll always be loved. and maybe you'll never need more than that. but for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us? does it ever register on your conscience?

long for the one last showdown, from a box in the crowd, air compressed tight to explode. i'm clenching my ticket to the only way out as you disappear in a puff of smoke.

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i don't think it is possible for her to make bad music.

oh boy.

uhh. he's got me bad and i can't shake this feeling. its always me and you and i can't think of anything else. my head is spinning and i just can't keep my two feet on the ground.

this could be it.

stay 'till dawn.

and he whispers "i'll make you scream like you haven't screamed in ages..."

150 degrees in the shade.

keep breathing heavy.

its a hundred degrees in here.

keep breathing heavy.

i can't get close enough to you.

keep breathing heavy.

you're making me sweat.

keep breathing heavy.