Hold me how you want me,
I was taken with you,
sleep a while longer -
I was holding on too.
You lent me the present tense,
I could’ve died in it,
who needs making sense?
I would be happy,
you owe me less than that.
Hold my face a while,
I was broken in two,
we barely spoke for hours,
what’s a life gonna do?
Let me second-guess it,
I couldn’t lie to you,
let me coalesce it,
there could be time, but
oh, and I know
you owe me less than that.