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 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 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 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 can't follow your lead again You cut me down but I, keep on crawling