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 therapy

Just to listen to me and repeat 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

Gravel 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

Gravel 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

Gravel 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