Out of Shape

Would you count with me the hours in the wasted days The empty rooms where we filled up so little space I'm out of shape When it comes to love Would you sing to me the words which we couldn't say Use your melodies to run my little fears away I'm out of shape When it comes to love So baby go slow I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to Would you sit with me in darkness for a little while Use the corners of my mouth to form a little smile I'm exhausted and accosted but I need you now Would you tell me that you loved me in a thousand ways Still lost by your desire to kiss my ugly face I'm out of shape When it comes to love So baby go slow I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to I don't need you I want this I want to