You see the world in a different shape
You go along just to count the ways
You hit a wall every single day
You've got a lot of things you want to say to me
You've got your small bills you’re going to pay
Stuck to the wall, you want to run away
You've got your mother and the month of May
You've got a lot "things" so let them sway
Stick to me
You'll be free, baby
I don't want to let you down
I only want you like you were back then
You can't change a broken wing that falls apart at you
You see the world in a different shape
You go along just to count the ways
You fall in love every single day
You've got a lot of things you want to say to me