Puppy

One, two, three, four

We made great plans
Every single day
We were alive with hate
We were quiet company
We made great plans
Every single day
But these days bear weight
This shame is gravity

Call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
And just to turn and say, "Where the hell are you trying to go?"
And you call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
And just to turn and say, "Where the hell are you trying to go?"
And you call it back and forth

Hold your hands
Inbetween the bars
And I'll lick your palms
And I'll bite your fingernails
Hold your hands
Inbetween the bars
And I'll just lay here
So effortlessly still

Call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
And just to turn and say, "Where the hell are you trying to go?"
And you call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
And just to turn and say, "Where the hell are you trying to go?"
And you call it back and forth

I want to let you know
I want to let you know
I want to let you know
I want to let you know
I want to let you know
I want to let you know
(Call it back and forth and you call it back and forth 
And just to turn and say, "There's something missing")

Panic signs
Every single day
When your hands betray
No sense of sympathy
And you hold my head
Every single day
But these days I fear
The love in everything
And you call it back and forth