"Backslide" lyrics

Best of luck, don't run amok
We all get tongue-tied
Keep your chin up, don't get accustomed
You're allowed to backslide

One and only, God, it's lonely here
On the other side of love
Teenage story in its glory
God, it's never quite enough

My sun-dried baby, permanently limp
Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment
This airtight framing crutch analogy
Quiet restraint takes all the best in me

And you can tell them you're the girl
Who sold her magic for the world
One day, babe, you'll be mine
And I'll be hers and we'll be fine

And I will turn those screams to rhymes
And I'll be cashing in each time

My sun-dried baby, permanently limp
Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment
This airtight framing crutch analogy
Quiet restraint takes all the best in me

Who's to say that you won't find love again?
Who's to say that you won't find love?
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?

Who's to say that you won't find love again?
Who's to say that you won't find love?
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?

My sun-dried baby, permanently limp
Quiet restraint takes such accomplishment
This airtight framing crutch analogy
Quiet restraint takes all the best in me

Who's to say that you won't find love again?
Who's to say that you won't find love?
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?

Who's to say that you won't find love again?
Who's to say that you won't find love?
Who's to say that you won't find love if I
Cut off my hands and make you clean it up?