Strike

Called you yesterday in the evening It was pretty late Got freaked out on WebMD again And you know I hate When I can feel all the blood in my arms Gotta lay down and hold 'em up above my heart I make a cup of tea and you read to me Over the phone, 'til I let go 'Til I'm asleep You're a shock to my system But I don't trust what I don't know Always waiting for the other shoe to drop so I can run home Barefoot, in the cold Alone But I don't wanna wait for the Moment I'm safe to love you It's always too late when I do I'm giving you a knife to hold at my throat Sending for a flood and watching it go I'd soften underneath your blow But every time I think you'll strike you don't Took a long walk in the closest woods that I could find In this barren desert wasteland That I call mine And when we sat in the creek, you looked up Golden boy soaking in the hostile sun You were needed too much as a child like me I know what it is to be what you give Now let's be free I don't wanna wait for the Moment I'm safe to love you It's always too late when I do I'm giving you a knife to hold at my throat Sending for a flood and watching it go I'd soften underneath your blow But every time I think you'll strike you don't Every time I think you'll strike you don't Every time I think you'll strike you don't