Get Steady With Me

Westward I ran couldn't let it be pleasant I'd rather be drunk than start to resent you Paralyzed and tingling at the movement of my reflection Angles of the doorways heart nearly stops at the mention Of the hills and your curvature Breathless rants and the curling iron Margaret there's only barbs and books to bind Attach the jewels of the crown to the crest of the anchor If this should be prologue do not commit it to paper Or if we get where the waiter is going Where ladies of the lake linger on the edges of the ocean If you could never love me could I ever love me? Depending on the distance for ambiguity I wouldn't want to do this if you weren't next to me Which is why I'm sorry Margaret but it's easier if I leave Hey Chelsea! Let's go steady you'll never have to sneak in again All my things would be your things I could just buy them back from the pawn shop Before you awoke and remembered stealing Hey Chelsea! You were never my enemy but damn if I didn't want you to be All my things are your things I pretended to be sleeping When I heard you and the swingers struggle to lift the TV