Canary

I've got a feeling

This one's gonna rattle my bones

Cleaned the apartment

New sheets on the memory foam

And I get worried sick that's it's gonna be the last one

God forbid I let somebody in again

If only I could sit still when it gets hard to believe

This could turn into a real thing

Tattered bandanna

My weakness, how'd you know?

Canary yellow, tied so perfectly around your throat

And I get worried sick that it's gonna be the real one

God forbid I ask someone to let me in

If only she could sit still when it gets hard to believe

That I only want the same things

I only want the same things

I only want, only want

I only want the same things

I've been lost

For too long

Take me in

Where I belong

Where I belong

Where I belong