I

tapped

on

your

win-

dow

on

your

dark-

est

night

The

shape

of

you

was

jag-

ged

and

weak

There

was

no-

where

for

me

to

stay,

but

I

stayed

a-

ny-

way

And

if

I

would'-

ve

known

how

ma-

ny

pie-

ces

you

had

crum-

bled

in-

to

I

might

have

let

them

lay

Are

you

real-

ly

gon-

na

talk

a-

bout

tim-

ing

in

times

like

these?

And

let

all

your

da-

mage

da-

mage

me

And

car-

ry

your

bag-

gage

up

my

street

And

make

me

your

fu-

ture

his-

to-

ry,

it’s

time

You've

come

a

long

way;

o-

pen

the

blinds,

let

me

see

your

face

You

would-

n't

be

the

first

re-

ne-

gade

to

need

some-

bo-

dy

Is

it

in-

sen-

si-

tive

for

me

to

say,

"Get

your

shit

to-

ge-

ther

so

I

can

love

you?"

Is

it

real-

ly

your

an-

xi-

e-

ty

that

stops

you

from

giv-

ing

me

e-

very-

thing?

Or

do

you

just

not

want

to?

I

tapped

on

your

win-

dow

on

your

dark-

est

night

The

shape

of

you

was

jag-

ged

and

weak

There

was

no-

where

for

me

to

stay,

but

I

stayed

a-

ny-

way

You

fire

off

mis-

siles

’cause

you

hate

your-

self

But

do

you

know

you're

de-

mo-

li-

shing

me?

And

then

you

squeeze

my

hand

as

I'm

a-

bout

to

leave

Are

you

real-

ly

gon-

na

talk

a-

bout

tim-

ing

in

times

like

these?

And

let

all

your

da-

mage

da-

mage

me

And

car-

ry

your

bag-

gage

up

my

street

And

make

me

your

fu-

ture

his-

to-

ry,

it’s

time

You've

come

a

long

way;

o-

pen

the

blinds,

let

me

see

your

face

You

would-

n't

be

the

first

re-

ne-

gade

to

need

some-

bo-

dy

Is

it

in-

sen-

si-

tive

for

me

to

say,

"Get

your

shit

to-

ge-

ther

so

I

can

love

you?"

Is

it

real-

ly

your

an-

xi-

e-

ty

that

stops

you

from

giv-

ing

me

e-

very-

thing?

Or

do

you

just

not

want

to?

And

if

I

would'-

ve

known

How

sharp

the

pie-

ces

were

you'd

crumbl-

ed

in-

to

I

might’-

ve

let

them

lay

Are

you

real-

ly

gon-

na

talk

a-

bout

tim-

ing

in

times

like

these?

And

let

all

your

da-

mage

da-

mage

me

And

car-

ry

your

bag-

gage

up

my

street

And

make

me

your

fu-

ture

his-

to-

ry,

it’s

time

You've

come

a

long

way;

o-

pen

the

blinds,

let

me

see

your

face

You

would-

n't

be

the

first

re-

ne-

gade

to

need

some-

bo-

dy

To

need

some-

bo-

dy,

to need

some-

bo-

dy,

to need

some-

bo-

dy,

to

need

Is

it

in-

sen-

si-

tive

for

me

to

say,

"Get

your

shit

to-

ge-

ther

so

I

can

love

you?"

Is

it

real-

ly

your

an-

xi-

e-

ty

that

stops

you

from

giv-

ing

me

e-

very-

thing?

Or

do

you

just

not

want

to?