Well, I’m tired of walkin’ this plank with a stranger
She’d rip my heart right out my chest to make sure I loved her
And these birds that sing
She’d cut out their tongues and wear ’em on a string
Tell all the lurkers it’s the prettiest thing to be seen
Well, there’s always time
To lose what we find
But if you could just give mine back
That would be kind
Hmm, that would be kind
Your friend from another town said that you loved him
Now, you’d fly for a week just to spend a vacation
See these things that you do
They’re directly opposing the words that you spew
While I’m here, open-ribbed with wings for a 〈.?.〉
‘Cause when you ripped me apart that day, well, I didn’t quite 〈.?.〉
There’s always time
To lose what we find
But if you could just give mine back
That would be kind
Hmm, that would be kind
I live on the first floor with four windows
And I leave my blinds open at night in hope that you’ll pass them
But this 54th Avenue roam
It’s a ghost town to you, you’ll never come to
I hope for your sake while you’re out there you’ll find someone new
And he shows you how perfectly imperfect that you are too
‘Cause there’s always time
To lose what we find
But if you could just give mine back
That would be kind
Hmm, that would be kind
Hmm, give it back, give it back
Back my time
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