Canary

I've got a feeling
This one's gonna rattle my bones
Cleaned the apartment
New sheets on the memory foam

And I get worried sick
That it's gonna be the last one
God forbid, I let somebody in again
If only I could sit still when it gets hard
To believe this could turn into a real thing

Tattered bandana
My weakness, how did you know?
Canary yellow tied so perfectly around your throat

And I get worried sick
That it's gonna be the real one
God forbid I ask someone to let me in
If only she could sit still when it gets hard
To believe that I only want the same things

I only want the same things
I only want, only want
I only want the same things

I've been lost
For too long
Will you take me in
Where I belong
Where I belong
I belong