Scary how similar that I am
I see you have a type
You're honey in the palm of their hand
They turn you out to the flies
Oh I will sit beside you soaking in your fears
Take your trust one by one in exchange for my tears
Getting too ahead of the curve
I'm pinching myself
Swallowing my words
I'll follow if you run away
But my love, I will not chase
Give you a rebound
Give you a hundred reasons
And when you're done with them
I'll be your keeper
Wounded bird, will you return to my perch
If I fix your wings
Will you fly away from me?
