Sat at my desk

With a microphone, I could take on the whole world if I'm with you

But you caught on quick and you use me for my kindness like a fool

I'm a string on your guitar the way you play me

I feel like I'm going insane on the daily

And I'm a mess and deep down I know that you're messed up too

We'll fight all day but make up in the bed til half past two

You feel like my lover and a stranger at the same time, same time

I guess I don't know you the way that I think I do, think I do

I just want to hold you no matter the things you do, things you do (things you do, yeah)

Blood on the canvas and blood on the walls

Things always get messy whenever you call

I try to numb myself but I just feel it all, it all (it all)

Maybe I need space to find some peace or something in between

Maybe I need time to find myself and who I want to be

Maybe I just need to sober up from these drinks, these drinks

I guess I don't know you the way that I think I do, think I do

I just want to hold you no matter the things you do, things you do (things you do, yeah)