(Cole, you're stupid)
Everywhere she steps, they seem to get her in a role
Overloadin' every little gesture
Just as she centers herself and finds some thin control
Figures out the rest is just a swept (oh-oh)
And through the toss and tend of awe
Make her feel on edge
Nothing's like the feelin' of a roar
There's a tenderness
An honest helplessness
To tend to those who never felt before
We're not figures, guess it figures
We're all in it now
No one's figured all these figures
Thought we'd have figured it out
Some hints they don't settle long
They want an admit of guilt
If that means that, oh, that we've got it wrong
The hover can't hug no filter
Built of a price we pay
Rich of this love, yet, still I'm drained
Through the toss and tend of awe
Make her feel on edge
Nothing's like the feelin' of a roar
And there's a tenderness
An honest helplessness
To tend to those who never felt before
We're not figures, guess it figures
We're all in it now
No one's figured all these figures
Thought we'd have figured it out
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
