Little pieces Sticky pieces Of me and you, of me and you As the glue wears off I'ma break in two Can you hold my hand? Will you hold my hand?
So while you're there And I'm still here The simple things Your simple things That I used to hate Like your pissed off face The one you used to make When I came home late
As the 135 is delayed Snow storms meant that we could've stayed
Like what foxes do I bury under ground whilst I wait for you Make a palace out of trash Like foxes do I'm the only one for you Isn't that like what foxes do?
If we drew a line You were x, I was y Would we plot to cross paths? Can we plot to cross paths? Oh, if this it And it's meant to be Well, I'm fine with that If you could stick us back
As the 135 is delayed Snow storms meant that we could've stayed
Like what foxes do I bury under ground whilst I wait for you Make a palace out of trash Like foxes do I'm the only one for you Isn't that like what foxes do?
Like what foxes do I bury under ground whilst I wait for you Make a palace out of trash Like foxes do I'm the only one for you Isn't that like what foxes do? I'm the only one for you Isn't that like what foxes do?
