The way you came in left a breeze through my hair.
Get my armored coat, I'm not used to the air.
Cuts in the faults of your pretentious rue.
I'm not used to listening to your kind of hue.
Rather be locked up in a boarded up safe.
Maybe life would slip by me with escape artist-haste.
Tell me a story that may have been me.
If you wanted to see more you should have just asked to see.
He told me you'd keep me, not just for my arms.
I found you were easy and let go unharmed.
But a drink should chill my eyes and hasten my tongue.
Just what the Joe needs to have so much fun.
Don't wake up naked or blind eyed or fat.
I pray to God, I keep my eyes trained on your back.
"Stay by me" I thought was what came from your mouth.
Don't try me were the actions your body played out.
So when there's a red light and a stop sign and a yield.
I yell enough and laugh some more and drive through the field.
Enough is enough is too much more than enough.
So just stop.