Days are getting colder

It's Friday afternoon

I lay my head upon your shoulder

I best be going soon

Autumn, and cafés and clichés

I want to love you

But your heart is papier mâché

It's papier mâché

You walk me down the avenue and call me Pretty Thing

You watch me and you learn as you listen to me sing

You watch me as I'm dancing, dancing away from you

Watch me as I'm dancing and tearing your heart in two

You'll be my stray cat and I'll be your baby doll

'til I grow tired and throw you out into the cold

You'll be my stray cat and I'll be your baby doll

Oh I, till I throw you into the cold

Autumn, and cafés and clichés

I want to love you

Yeah I want to touch you

But my fingers are razor blades

They're razor blades

You'll watch me dancing

Dancing away from you

Watch me as I'm dancing

And tearing your heart in two

You'll be my stray cat and I'll be your baby doll

'til I grow tired and throw you out into the cold

And I want to catch you but I'd only worsen the fall

People are crashing and hungry

Its dark and we all want love so we fumble around looking for the light switch

I don't want to hurt you like this

I just want to feel something

We are destined to end badly (puzzle pieces that don't fit)

But the shape of being held will stave off the loneliness for now

Days are getting colder

It's Friday afternoon

I take my head off of your shoulder;

I best be going soon