Text: Casey Dienel. Wind-Up Canary. Stationary.

I've tried writing letters
Tried reading paperback novels, too
I've made changes in my morning routine
Because they don't include you
All of the love I will call mine and no longer
'Seems like someone misaligned my heart
Sitting in taverns with a whiskey grin
You want me but you won't take me home.

I can't shake you off
No matter how hard I try
I can't just pick up my pen
And write about something else
I can't shake you off
But, baby, I want to

I've tried writing about the weather
But all of the patterns seemed the same
No one wants to hear songs about the wind
Or the clouds when the weekly
Outlook always predicts rain
Since you left the world went on spinning
There were no clouds, nor screams, nor heart attacks
But when you returned you still looked pretty
So I dropped all of the belongings I was holding in my hands

I can't shake you off
No matter how hard I try
I can't just pick up my pen
And write about something else
I can't shake you off
But, baby, I want to

Douse me in cold water
Hang me out to dry when the nightmare's over
'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall

I've tried writing about footprints
How funny it is they follow you wherever you go
We're invisible when we are running away from the scene of the crime
But the evidence still stays in the yard
I've tried meeting strangers
Listened to them murmur their secrets in the dark
But none of them gave me a thrill quite like you do
So really, what is the point

When I can't shake you off
No matter how hard I try
I can't just pick up my pen
And write about something else
I can't shake you off
But, baby, I want to
I want to, I want to

Douse me in cold water
Hang me out to dry when the nightmare's over
'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall