Self. Keepaway. Zeneszám

Let me make my prediction of why you have no love
You're hollowing out and alone inside
Your will had died
In water which you're barely treading

Swallowing all remains of hope, you just can't cope, I throw the rope
But the change in tide tossed you aside
A move that we're regretting

What's minimum wage for a damsel in distress?
Baby, I could offer you some better benefits
It gets lonely in castles and beds made out of glass
I feel you hopelessly, telepathically

All the boys down at the schoolyard
They're dumb, they're playing keepaway, keepaway with your heart
All the boys that try so hard to get some
But you just walk away, play keepaway with your heart

Let me make my assessment to
The way that you move in the full of the moon
And the black inside your vampire eyes
Your child-like charm is never unwelcome


Why you destined to beat yourself up over an empty cup of rotten luck
And misery, when no one else can see, elusive to everyone

What's minimum wage for a damsel in distress?
Baby, I could offer you some better benefits
It gets lonely in castles and beds made out of glass
I feel you hopelessly, telepathically

All the boys down at the schoolyard
They're dumb, they're playing keepaway, keepaway with your heart
All the boys that try so hard to get some
But you just walk away, play keepaway with your heart

Keepaway with your heart