Tekstovi: Owen. A Bird In Hand.

You know what you are to me,
Don't make me say it over and over again.
She was way too petty or much too heavy
You know how I get when I'm left alone to my vices
Like the grown ups did when I was a kid.
That's it, I'm a bird in your hand.
So take me as I am.

You know what you are to me,
Don't make me say it over and over again.
You're left here a part of me
It stays late to clean up the mess.
When I'm sick of all my choices.
Like the grown ups I grew up with,
Angels and addicts.

When I put my arms around you I mean it.
When I'm too drunk to stay up with you I mean it.
When I slam doors when I'm pissed at you I mean it.
When I put on a suit and say I do I mean.

You know what you are to me,
Don't make me say it over and over again.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.