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 The only God is slowly ere on The other side of love Teenage story in it's glory God, it's never quite enough My sun dried, baby Permanently limp Quiet restraint takes such accomplishments This insight fading crutch analogy Quiet restraint takes all the best in me 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 catching it each time My sun dried, baby Permanently limp Quiet restraint takes such accomplishments This insight fading crutch analogy Quiet restraint takes all the best in me 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? My sun dried, baby Permanently limp Quiet restraint takes such accomplishments This insight fading crutch analogy Quiet restraint takes all the best in me 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?