Little pieces

Sticky pieces

Of me and you, of me and you

As the glue wears off

Imma break in two

Will you hold my hand?

Will you hold my hand?

So while you're there

And I'm still here

The simple things

Your simple things

That I used to hate

Like your pissed off face

The one you used to make

When I came home late

As the 135 is delayed

Snow storms meant that we could've stayed

Like what foxes do

I bury under ground while I still wait for you

Make a palace out of trash

Like foxes do

I'm the only one for you

Isn't that like what foxes do?

If we drew a line

You were X, I was Y

Would we plot to cross paths?

Can we plot to cross paths?

Oh, if this it

And it's meant to be

Well, I'm fine with that

If you could stick us back

As the 135 is delayed

Snow storms meant that we could've stayed

Like what foxes do

I bury under ground while I still wait for you

Make a palace out of trash

Like foxes do

I'm the only one for you

Isn't that like what foxes do?