Held down by miss trample foot
Going to get high
Tear up my seed if I could, pull you down from the sky
It's a handheld mistake
I did not lie, a guilt that I just can't shake
I could not tell you why
Some type of handshake I could not satisfy
The future it was at stake, we live with the choices we make
An innocence in your face
Such a sweet contender
Runnin' at a suffocating pace such a sweet surrender
You put miles on my soul
Ones I could never get back
Another young man growin' old
It's your love that I lack
Lay claim, lay claim, lay claim to your heart
Lay claim, lay claim
If I could tell you one thing, one thing, to make what stung unsting
Lay claim, lay claim
You put miles on my soul
Ones I could never get back
Another young man growin' old
It's your love that I lack
Lay claim, lay claim, lay claim to your heart
Lay claim, lay claim
If I could tell you one thing, one thing, to make what stung unsting
Lay claim, lay claim
Wish I never picked my strawberries
Left with a broken, a broken heart disease