Baby, don't leave me, so dark and heavy on the vine
You say you don't need me, did lips ever really need the wine?
Loneliness is a good guest when we're young
I'm kept between the bridal and being built to run and steal

I'd come to your call
I'd come to your call

The gates are heavy, the faucet's loose
I live in my hometown, bored of the muse
Where I keep all my treasures, feel books I've read
I sleep on the floor 'til you pat on the bed

I'd come to your call
I'd come to your call