You are my comma
You are my blister
Oh lord, I'm trying to get her out of the way
One's about all I can take
If you don't run away
You can get the rest of it
You were my cradle
You were my hoarder
Too many times I caught her
Walking way, leaving me turning gray (oh yeah)
Baby don't run away
You can get the rest of it
Go and find your life
And let me get some rest
You were my reason
To get wasted
My looks and charms are fading
Some people say, I've been kinda losing it
Baby don't run away, you can get the rest of it
Go and find your life
And let me get some rest
Give me love, give me your thunder
Show me right, leave a little wonder
All the way, oh, I keep messing up
All the way, oh, I keep messing up