The Last One

Let’s make some mess and let the bed slowly sail away
Let’s make some noise to keep the neighbors nervous and awake
Let’s make our ever worst argument, let me hear your voice
Screaming…

I’m on a string, I’ve got my hands on your throat
If this is love then I’ll make you sing
I’m on a string, I’ve got my hands on your throat
‘cause I’m the last one you sleep with…

Don’t even think of your life, I’ve already made you one
Don’t even think of sunshine, I won’t let die this night
And please don’t hold your breath now, I’m longing to see your mouth
Saying…

I’m on a string, I’ve got my hands on your throat
If this is love then I’ll make you sing
I’m on a string, I’ve got my hands on your throat
‘cause I’m the last one you sleep with…

If I ever reach the place I have started from
Wish I could ever sound like I hear you as you laugh

I’m on a string, I’ve got my hands on your throat
If this is love then I’ll make you sing
I’m on a string, I’ve got my hands on your throat
‘cause I’m the last one you sleep with…

So who has grown old too soon?