Strike

Called you yesterday in the evening

It was pretty late

Got freaked out on WebMD again

And you know I hate

When I can feel all the blood in my arms

Gotta lay down and hold 'em up above my heart

I make a cup of tea, and you read to me

Over the phone, 'til I let go

'Til I'm asleep

You're a shock to my system

And I don't trust what I don't know

Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, so I can run home

Barefoot, in the cold

Alone

But I don't wanna wait for the

Moment I'm safe to love you

It's always too late when I do

I'm giving you a knife to hold at my throat

Sending for a flood and watching it go

I'd soften underneath your blow

But every time I think you'll strike, you don't

Took a long walk in the closest woods that I could find

In this barren desert wasteland that I call mine

And when we sat in the creek, you looked up

Golden boy soaking in the hostile sun

You were needed too much as a child like me

I know what it is to be what you give

Now let's be free

I don't wanna wait for the

Moment I'm safe to love you

It's always too late when I do

I'm giving you a knife to hold at my throat

Sending for a flood and watching it go

I'd soften underneath your blow

But every time I think you'll strike, you don't

Every time I think you'll strike, you don't

Every time I think you'll strike, you don't