Rusty

No angles

I don't want to hear your fables

Glass angels

I just wanna sit at your table

A folding chair's alright, it works the same

Seven gables

Make me swim or say you're able

To meet me

If you want to

If you can't

Don't lead me on

With all your Rusty little noises

I can't ignore

No cable

Switch it off or leave me idle

Show me how to do this

I got way too scared to say

That I get nervous

Still around you

Am I far too young and gun-shy

To relate to

To relate to

To relate to

No fables

Only complimentary angles