I'll take my time I'll take my time, but you won't I'll take my time I'll take my time, but you won't You won't take mine You won't take mine You won't take mine These are the strings that connect our bones And they'll break if we can't keep to ourselves at night Well, these are the wires that connect our brains to Our hearts. They've been shorting every night and I'm tired This is the house you grew up in with leaves in the gutter And a fresh coat of paint but you swear that it's yours You said, "we'll live here" but the windows are shut And the mailbox is full to the brim and oh god, am I tired You won't take mine You won't take mine You won't take mine You won't take mine