Thatâ??s what I like about the cat who lives outside our house.
From a plastic pulpit he hears me sing
I love you still I canâ??t let you in.

But I will tell you everything about the way the world will end.
Rub your face against my leg
I swear Iâ??m gonna get you.

Kids over and under whelmed are dancing two by two.
But we step over, do you feel uncomfortable?
And I am waiting patiently for confidence, forced conversation.

Fall asleep with the same old lie like theyâ??re never gonna get me.