Out of Context

Would she still like me with short hair

And the same tail between my legs

Or am I a ghost from her past

To mimic an ideal mate

Can I be something you unconditionally want so bad

Like water or air, nothing you'd spare

But you keep on coming back

Maybe I'll try to be that

Or maybe I already am

Maybe I've blown this out of context

But don't you dare leave me standing bare

Naked as when I got here

And don't you make me cover up

Don't you dare

Don't you dare

Would she still like me with crooked teeth

Could I be the Woody to her little Bo Peep

Is it a childish thought

That she is the one and I won the lotto

Maybe if that is the case

All of this was a waste

Maybe I've blown this out of context

But don't you dare leave me standing bare

Naked as when I got here

And don't you make me cover up

Don't you dare

Don't you dare

Don't you dare

Don't you dare