You can't complain i warned you about this that you'd star in a song or two you'd get a serenade in exchange for a kiss and a handful of those bedroom looks that only you cando i can guarantee this'll make you blush i can just see you hands fly to your face and there's a lot about your hands that's a lot like us but i wouldn't have it any other way so come here bashful don't bury your head let me have a look at you let me lure out the fear and the dread that have made their home in you lean into me my favorite sport is watching you sleep i like knowing you don't know i'm here and anyone could guess the hours i keep by the black-circle-bitchiness the heidi-gone-acid hair it takes a hell of a lot to distract me just try prying my fingers from my guitar and the road away from you sometimes attracts me still i keep finding myself where you are so come here lollipop don't wrap your head let me have a taste of you let me melt away the black and the red that have made their home in you lean into me as much as i hate to admit i care i think its frighteningly clear i do an i think it's safe to say i'm not going anywhere i can't seem to do anything except stay right here with you so just come over here let me kiss your forehead let me believe in you let me pick you up and whisk you off to bed though you don't have a clue let's make believe you do can i relax into the stream steam of you? can i kiss away all the black and blue? can i lean into you? can i lean into you?