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

Who's to say that you won't 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

Who's to say that you won't 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

Who's to say that you won't 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

Who's to say that you won't find love

Who's to say that you won't find love if I

Cut off my hands and make you clean it up