cause you gotta have

forget all the happy things they've said
untie me from this high and lonely bed
catch you and your friendly free-fall
killing dreams like a thousand paper crane doll

you is what i want
options fewer up front
understand they've got you
realize they control you

frigid in the boston cold
repetition is getting old
i'll eat your insecurities
eating with the birds and bees
never to see those faces again
doing what you like is not a sin
still here, not speaking or doubting