If you're taken I am yours
I might stay out longer than I left the light on for you Then if you show, you show
When I get so into myself I lose track of where I'm going and lose track of how to get going again I feel myself slowing down Feel myself turning around
When I get so sick of myself Where are you going now without me And not knowing then, that we're slowing down You've gotta turn that around And tell me that I'm taken, tell me if I'm yours
The pressure of this life is so You can't be held accountable When you get so sick, of yourself The whole world falls away and since I feel Like I have only missed the feeling that I'm here again The feeling that I'm clear again
When you get so into yourself I lose sight of common goals And letting go so I can be all alone
Not taken, not feeling like I'm yours
This life looks like a sentence, though A constant game of falling short
When I'm just so sick of feeling less than perfect I never fight to see if coming clean would get to me I feel myself, holding back I feel the pressure, it's finally back
When you saw it call come crashing down Subtle but not underground I saw the signs, I saw unfair And so I write to you through other means I let myself finally feel taken
If you're taken I am yours