If I Cut My Hair, Hawaii Will Sink
BRADLEY BELL, CRAIGERY OWENS, DERRICK FROST, JASON HALE, MATTHEW GODDARD, PATRICK MCMANAMAN
You keep tugging on my shirt,
Just to pull me closer.
One single step at a time.
Your skin against mine.
I can just feel you wondering.
Fit to be tied,
Fit to be tied.
Fit to be, fit to be tied.
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
Expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking.
I tell myself.
I keep pulling
I keep pulling
Now grown numb.
Petrified, I think.
No, no you don't mean it.
You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
Expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking.
I feel weak,
And I give up.
And I give up.
Sell it well.
C'mon and sell it, sell it.
Sell it well.
C'mon and sell it, sell it.
I feel weak