Strike Eliza McLamb

Called you yesterday in the evening
It was pretty late
Got freaked out on WebMD again
And you know I hate
When I can feel all the blood in my arms
Gotta lay down and hold 'em up above my heart
I make a cup of tea and you read to me
Over the phone, 'til I let go
'Til I'm asleep

You're a shock to my system
And I don't trust what I don't know
Always waiting for the other shoe to drop so I can run home
Barefoot, in the cold
Alone

But I don't wanna wait for the
Moment I'm safe to love you
It's always too late when I do
I'm giving you a knife to hold at my throat
Sending for a flood and watching it go
I'd softеn underneath your blow
But evеry time I think you'll strike you don't

Took a long walk in the closest woods that I could find
In this barren desert wasteland
That I call mine
And when we sat in the creek, you looked up
Golden boy soaking in the hostile sun