Text: Matchbox 20. Mad Season. Crutch.

Well I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from down
Well I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from

Man I feel like hell so come on over
Be a love machine and I could be your friend
Ain't no shame feel strong for one another
Make a real true color come end to end then

God damn, change of pace
I think you got a piece of my heart on your face
It's a shame to let it go waste
How does it taste? How does it taste?

Break it down in pieces, make it simple
'Cause you know damn well that I'm a simple man
All these things go changing like the weather
And they stay that way until the weather man says

One down, gone to waste
I think there's still a piece of that smile on your face
And I would like it to erase
There ain't no two ways about it, no

Well I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from down
Well I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from down, down, down

Bring it on then gone, use a lover
Like a cigarette the way that lovers do
One sweet song that starts a little slow and
Then goes on and on and makes you want to

Move around the room in circles, everybody wants to be you
Try to find my place up on the map of all men you've been through
Dig a little deeper and you'll realize
All I'm building up you're tearing down

I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from down
Well I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from down, down, down, down, down, down

And all you needed was a crutch
One step away from down
And I could never be your crutch
I could break you down

And I don't wanna be the crutch
And I don't wanna be the crutch
No, I don't wanna be the crutch
One step away from