Call the Cops - Take Me To The Pilot

Take it all away from me before fall in love

I think it’s time we figured out this mess

Been kicked around enough to know what leaving is

Waiting on your promises, won’t hold my breath

Take your time with the break that you’re taking, now

But I don’t wanna know just where you’ve been

I’m getting sick of all this slow rotation

But you’re content to just let the wheels spin

Yeah I’ll admit that I’m new and naive

If you’ll admit that I’m exactly what you need

Look around and check the locks before you call the cops

False alarms are ringing in your head

I couldn’t tell you where the point of entry might have been

But I can tell that you wish you were dead

But check the goods, count your shoes, you’ll see that nothing’s gone

Except that my side of the bed is made

So sick and tired of being sick and tired

So I decided to just up and make my getaway

Yeah I’ll admit that I’m new and naive

If you’ll admit that I’m exactly what you need

You know I’ll take a joke as well as all the other guys

But I’m more concerned with making this right

So think twice baby, this maybe the very last time

That you and me stand here as we tonight

And these clasping hands, they seem to mean something

But the notes we play begin to mean nothing

So maybe it’s best if we just fade away