Breakfast in a Record Store

Hold my hand Tell me you need me Tell me you see me That I'm not alone When I break down every November Make me remember Kneel at my throne I wish you could see yourself like I do Tell your wretched brain to lay off your case Your honour I've made mine and you're lovely Who knew you could soothe my pathetic wounds You hate the sight of blood But you stay while they stitch me up like you love me This is a love song for people who need Somebody and some butterflies to believe Is it you? This is a love song for people who seek Somebody imperfect but sweet Sounds like you Second verse I wish you could feel how you're motivating You make me wanna be somebody someday Who takes your breath away Plays so silly Who knew I'm not doomed to compensating For some shallow. crooked- I didn't dodge a bullet it just didn't kill me This is a love song for people who need Somebody to hold for a life, hell a week Is it you? This is a love song for people who seek Somebody to make 'em fucking weak in the knees Oh you Oh you And ahhh, ahhhhh La, la la, la la la La la, la la la La, la la, la La, la la, la la la La la, la la la La, la la, la I'd rather be on fire Than to have some conception of truth And make that truth An excuse for my cold heart And in far too many places A wrong conception of the gospel Has done exactly that thing I wanna be known in hell I'd rather be known in hell Than to be known by the powers that be Here on this earth Who are you? Why should we pay attention to what you say? (Bring it) And that's what it means to be saved (Home) La, la la, la la la La la, la la la La, la la, la La, la la, la la la La la, la la la La, la la, la Would you eat breakfast with me on the floor Of an old record store In the morning? Would you meet our heroes with me just before They get bored And tell me I'm yours?