You are the shadow in the doorway
Gently bleeding on your pickguard
And I wanna be the band-aid
Wrapped around your finger
You said you wanted to steal me away
So I packed a bag but you never came
And I know that you don't owe me anything
I'm just sick of loving meaning waiting

And you are so hard to hold
He'll call you up but he never shows

Why do you act like you don't when you do?
Just because I used to like you back in high school?
You've got your checklist of shitty excuses
And I've got a habit of making boys like you my muses

And you are so hard to hold
He'll call you up but he never shows