JEANS (fall on my knees)

I love a high expectation
Meet me at the field, know I'd love to see you
Your friends are my friends, your clothes are my clothes now
I love a long anticipation
You pay a lot of money for a therapy
Just to listen to me, and maybe next week, it's got to get old, but

I bite my nails and I always will
My little bad habit that I love to feel
I always want to pull into you, but
I can't fall on my knees again
Grovel in my palms and now, my jeans are tearing
And I, I can't follow your lead again
You cut me down but I, keep on crawling

We need some real conversations
You touch me just to cut it short, and
I think that's on purpose, I think that you know it
So my greyhound, green grass, last chance, best-case
It's so hard, when you feel so good

I bite my nails and I always will
My little bad habit that I love to feel
I always want to pull into you, but
I can't fall on my knees again
Grovel in my palms and now, my jeans are tearing
And I, I can't follow your lead again
You cut me down but I, keep on crawling

I can't fall on my knees again
Grovel in my palms and now, my jeans are tearing
And I, I can't follow your lead again
You cut me down but I, keep on crawling