Canary

I've got a feeling This one's gonna rattle my bones Cleaned the apartment New sheets on the memory foam And I get worried sick That it's gonna be the last one God forbid I let somebody in again If only I could sit still when it gets hard To believe this could turn into a real thing Tattered bandana My weakness, how did you know? Canary yellow tied so perfectly around your throat And I get worried sick That it's gonna be the real one God forbid I ask someone to let me in If only she could sit still when it gets hard To believe that I only want the same things I only want the same things I only want, only want I only want the same things I've been lost For too long Will you take me in Where I belong Where I belong I belong