Needy bastard, I'm so sick of you
Yes, you’re still the same
Talking to yourself
How much attention could one person possibly need?
"Well, all of it! I'm so full of greed..."

I'm feeling better, so free
Coz what you’re saying means nothing to me
So take t crown of thorns from your pretty head
Just say you're sorry and I'll be in bed

Hey! What's your name?
Are you sane?
I don't think I am

Could you be my king instead
I could be your queen
We could be happy somewhere in between
You'll be my king instead and I will be your queen
We could be happy somewhere in between

Fuck all of these rules that we've chained ourselves to
I don't want to be me, I don’t want you to be you
The board that we nailed ourselves to...
I want the roles we play to feel real, to feel true
Like they used to

Can you see yourself serenading me, my dear
In the morning before you brush your teeth
I know we can both be boring
But play your cards right and you might get laid

All the rules and the ties that bind
All the people that we leave behind
Our/this house and its mortgages too
It scares me that I want to live my life with you