JEANS (fall on my knees)

I love a high expectation Meet me at the field, know I'd love to see you Your friends are my friends, your clothes are my clothes now I love a long anticipation You pay a lot of money for a therapy Just to listen to me, and maybe next week, it's got to get old, but I bite my nails and I always will My little bad habit that I love to feel I always want to pull into you, but I can't fall on my knees again Grovel in my palms and now, my jeans are tearing And I, I can't follow your lead again You cut me down but I, keep on crawling We need some real conversations You touch me just to cut it short, and I think that's on purpose, I think that you know it So my greyhound, green grass, last chance, best-case It's so hard, when you feel so good I bite my nails and I always will My little bad habit that I love to feel I always want to pull into you, but I can't fall on my knees again Grovel in my palms and now, my jeans are tearing And I, I can't follow your lead again You cut me down but I, keep on crawling I can't fall on my knees again Grovel in my palms and now, my jeans are tearing And I, I can't follow your lead again You cut me down but I, keep on crawling