You wanna climb up the stairs,
i wanna push you back down.
But i let you inside,
So you can push me around.
If I leave before you,
And I walk out alone,
Keep your hands to yourself,
When you follow me home.
I don't want love.
I don't want love.
We wake up with pounding heads,
Bruised down below.
I should have built better walls,
Or slept in my clothes,
So if I see you again,
Desperate and stoned,
Keep your prison locked up,
And I will leave my gun at home.