Backslide

Best of luck, don't run amok We all get tongue tied Keep your chin up, don't get accustomed You're allowed to backslide One and only, God, it's lonely here On the other side of love Teenage story in its glory God, it's never quite enough Chorus My sun-dried baby, permanently limp Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment This airtight framing crutch analogy Quiet restraint takes all the best in me Verse 2 And you can tell them you're the girl Who sold her magic for the world One day, babe, you'll be mine And I'll be hers and we'll be fine And I will turn those screams to rhymes And I'll be cashing in each time Chorus My sun-dried baby, permanently limp Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment This airtight framing crutch analogy Quiet restraint takes all the best in me Verse 3 Who's to say that you won't find love again Who's to say that you won't find love Who's to say that you won't find love if I Cut off my hands and make you clean it up Who's to say that you won't find love again Who's to say that you won't find love Who's to say that you won't find love if I Cut off my hands and make you clean it up Chorus My sun-dried baby, permanently limp Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment This airtight framing crutch analogy Quiet restraint takes all the best in me Verse 3 Repeat Who's to say that you won't find love again Who's to say that you won't find love Who's to say that you won't find love if I Cut off my hands and make you clean it up Who's to say that you won't find love again Who's to say that you won't find love Who's to say that you won't find love if I Cut off my hands and make you clean it up