You Are My Seatbelt
I want you like a seatbelt
To keep me safe and secure
I want you like plastic
To keep you flexible
Leave your shoes by the door
You'll need them in the morning
The evening before we were out for my birthday
Behind the blue door, we spoke for hours
We knew, we weren't
To be, my lover
Guess you knew me too well
I'll douse the fire
So I never have to see you again
That's how I want this to end
I want you like a seatbelt
To unbuckle as I please
I want you like valium
To put my mind at ease
We knew, we weren't
To be, my lover
Guess you knew me too well
I'll douse the fire
So I never have to see you again
That's how I want this to end
So elegant and fragile
All losses come in two's
The last year of my life
Less pre-loved and more used
Like a wind-up toy
From the very first click
When momentum runs out
I'll lay on the table, dead
So throw me into the road
I'd find it hard to care
When moods and still moody
And mornings aren't fair
You knocked the wind out of my sales
But now I've found the breeze
Looking back at the shore
You're swimming back to me
Maybe... Still be my lover
I wish that you knew me less well
I'll blanket the fire
So we can get back together again
I'm uncertain and need to feel well
Is this how I want this to end
To keep me safe and secure
I want you like plastic
To keep you flexible
Leave your shoes by the door
You'll need them in the morning
The evening before we were out for my birthday
Behind the blue door, we spoke for hours
We knew, we weren't
To be, my lover
Guess you knew me too well
I'll douse the fire
So I never have to see you again
That's how I want this to end
I want you like a seatbelt
To unbuckle as I please
I want you like valium
To put my mind at ease
We knew, we weren't
To be, my lover
Guess you knew me too well
I'll douse the fire
So I never have to see you again
That's how I want this to end
So elegant and fragile
All losses come in two's
The last year of my life
Less pre-loved and more used
Like a wind-up toy
From the very first click
When momentum runs out
I'll lay on the table, dead
So throw me into the road
I'd find it hard to care
When moods and still moody
And mornings aren't fair
You knocked the wind out of my sales
But now I've found the breeze
Looking back at the shore
You're swimming back to me
Maybe... Still be my lover
I wish that you knew me less well
I'll blanket the fire
So we can get back together again
I'm uncertain and need to feel well
Is this how I want this to end
Credits
Writer(s): Aymen Saleh
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