Backslide

Best of luck, don't run amok
We all get tongue-tied
Keep your chin up, don't get accustomed
You're allowed to backslide
One and only, god, it's lonely
Here on the other side of love
Teenage story in its glory
God, it's never quite enough
My sun-dried baby, permanently limp
Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment
This airtight framing, crutch analogy
Quiet restraint takes all the best in me
And you can tell them you're the girl who
Sold her magic for the world
One day babe, you'll be mine
And I'll be hers and we'll be fine
And I will turn those screams to rhymes
And I'll be cashing in each time
My sun-dried baby, permanently limp
Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment
This airtight framing, crutch analogy
Quiet restraint takes all the best in me
Who's to say that you won't find love again? (love again)
Who's to say that you won't find love? (find love)
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?
Who's to say that you won't find love again? (love again)
Who's to say that you won't find love? (find love)
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?
My sun-dried baby, permanently limp
Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment
This airtight framing, crutch analogy
Quiet restraint takes all the best in me
Who's to say that you won't find love again? (love again)
Who's to say that you won't find love? (find love)
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?
Who's to say that you won't find love again? (love again)
Who's to say that you won't find love? (find love)
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?