Gentle

You’ve got a good heart
Got a good head on your shoulders
but I know it gets harder to be you as you get older
Living in the city with the busy bodies Spending every night fucked up at parties waking up at eight AM for university
You white knuckle through the week Now you can’t let go
Let me take your shaking hands
’til the trembling slows
I will hold you through the panic attacks
and I’ll be gentle, when your heart feels like glass
and I love you when your voice starts to crack
when your heart feels like glass, when your heart feels like glass I’ll be gentle with you, I’ll be gentle
You had a long week,
felt like a never ending nervous breakdown Just say the word, baby we’ll leave
and get the hell out of this town
Living in the city always gets so lonely,
getting sick of parties, when they’re full of phoneys call me up at 3 AM ‘cause you can’t fall asleep
I’ll be gentle with you, I’ll be gentle