You are the shadow in the doorway Gently bleeding on your pickguard And I wanna be the band-aid Wrapped around your finger You said you wanted to steal me away So I packed a bag, but you never came And I know that you don't owe me anything I'm just sick of loving meaning waiting And you are so hard to hold He'll call you up, but he never shows
Why do you act like you don't when you do? Just because I used to like you back in high school? You've got your checklist of shitty excuses And I've got a habit of making boys like you my muses And you are so hard to hold He'll call you up, but he never shows And you are so hard to hold, oh He'll call you up, but he never shows