Hold my hand
Tell me you need me
Tell me you see me
That I'm not alone
When I break down every November
Make me remember
Kneel at my throne
I wish you could see yourself like I do
Tell your wretched brain to lay off your case
Your honour I've made mine and you're lovely
Who knew you could soothe my pathetic wounds
You hate the sight of blood
But you stay while they stitch me up like you love me
This is a love song for people who need
Somebody and some butterflies to believe
Is it you?
This is a love song for people who seek
Somebody imperfect but sweet
Sounds like you
Second verse
I wish you could feel how you're motivating
You make me wanna be somebody someday
Who takes your breath away
Plays so silly
Who knew I'm not doomed to compensating
For some shallow. crooked-
I didn't dodge a bullet it just didn't kill me
This is a love song for people who need
Somebody to hold for a life, hell a week
Is it you?
This is a love song for people who seek
Somebody to make 'em fucking weak in the knees
Oh you
Oh you
And ahhh, ahhhhh
La, la la, la la la
La la, la la la
La, la la, la
La, la la, la la la
La la, la la la
La, la la, la
I'd rather be on fire
Than to have some conception of truth
And make that truth
An excuse for my cold heart
And in far too many places
A wrong conception of the gospel
Has done exactly that thing
I wanna be known in hell
I'd rather be known in hell
Than to be known by the powers that be
Here on this earth
Who are you?
Why should we pay attention to what you say? (Bring it)
And that's what it means to be saved (Home)
La, la la, la la la
La la, la la la
La, la la, la
La, la la, la la la
La la, la la la
La, la la, la
Would you eat breakfast with me on the floor
Of an old record store
In the morning?
Would you meet our heroes with me just before
They get bored
And tell me I'm yours?