Muscle
You can't, you won't
You can't, you won't
You can't, you won't
Can you tell I've been building muscle?
I know I'm tough, but I have to make sure
I can do things you don't have the guts for
Sometimes, I worry that's all I'm good for
(I've been building, yeah)
Tell me I couldn't make you happy
If I changed everything about me
I wanna muscle into your bad dreams
And you can tell me you're glad to have me
(I just wish you'd give it up)
Stuck in my throat
And as I choke, you're laughing your head off at me
(I just wish you'd give it up)
Whenever you go
I corrode and all my muscles go to sleep
(I just want to toughen up)
When all the trust
I've built up comes back to bite me in my sleep
(I just wish you'd give it up)
I'm getting tough
More robust so next time, you won't get to me
I could change
I'm worried if I move my face
Oh, that it might get stuck that way
But under the muscle, we're all the same, oh
Oh, I don't need much
But maybe I'm just not in touch with it
I don't need much
But maybe I'm just not in touch with it
I don't need touch
But maybe I just want too much of it
I don't need touch
Maybe I just want too much
I don't need love
But maybe I'm not warm enough
No, I don't need love
But maybe I'm not warm enough
You call my bluff
And suddenly, I'm not so tough
Oh yeah, you call my bluff
And suddenly, I soften up
You can't, you won't
You can't, you won't
Can you tell I've been building muscle?
I know I'm tough, but I have to make sure
I can do things you don't have the guts for
Sometimes, I worry that's all I'm good for
(I've been building, yeah)
Tell me I couldn't make you happy
If I changed everything about me
I wanna muscle into your bad dreams
And you can tell me you're glad to have me
(I just wish you'd give it up)
Stuck in my throat
And as I choke, you're laughing your head off at me
(I just wish you'd give it up)
Whenever you go
I corrode and all my muscles go to sleep
(I just want to toughen up)
When all the trust
I've built up comes back to bite me in my sleep
(I just wish you'd give it up)
I'm getting tough
More robust so next time, you won't get to me
I could change
I'm worried if I move my face
Oh, that it might get stuck that way
But under the muscle, we're all the same, oh
Oh, I don't need much
But maybe I'm just not in touch with it
I don't need much
But maybe I'm just not in touch with it
I don't need touch
But maybe I just want too much of it
I don't need touch
Maybe I just want too much
I don't need love
But maybe I'm not warm enough
No, I don't need love
But maybe I'm not warm enough
You call my bluff
And suddenly, I'm not so tough
Oh yeah, you call my bluff
And suddenly, I soften up
Credits
Writer(s): Isobel Wood
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