Held down by miss trample foot Going to get high Tear up my seed if I could, pull you down from the sky It's a handheld mistake I did not lie, a guilt that I just can't shake I could not tell you why Some type of handshake I could not satisfy The future it was at stake, we live with the choices we make An innocence in your face Such a sweet contender Runnin' at a suffocating pace such a sweet surrender You put miles on my soul Ones I could never get back Another young man growin' old It's your love that I lack Lay claim, lay claim, lay claim to your heart Lay claim, lay claim If I could tell you one thing, one thing, to make what stung unsting Lay claim, lay claim You put miles on my soul Ones I could never get back Another young man growin' old It's your love that I lack Lay claim, lay claim, lay claim to your heart Lay claim, lay claim If I could tell you one thing, one thing, to make what stung unsting Lay claim, lay claim Wish I never picked my strawberries Left with a broken, a broken heart disease