Lyrics
You keep your distance, that's for sure
You led me to believe you're an open door
But when I reached for your handle, I learned otherwise
You handed fiction out in paperback
Eight hundred pages
Lined from the top to the bottom with the words "come here"
And I read every last word
When I'm nice, you're disinterested (woo-ooh)
When I'm an asshole, you're offended (woo-ooh)
You're a lure with no prize, a chase with no catch
You're perfect, runaway
Though I'm never gonna lock you down (woo-ooh)
You're always gonna be around (woo-ooh)
If I follow slow, you'll wait up for me
You're to blame, runaway
There's a problem with your temperature
I did my best, I tried my best to warm you down
But you froze my thermometer
Your time is a magical thing
Like this curse that you put on me
If you aren't willing to give me yours
Why should I waste mine?
That is in the "I" of the word
When I'm nice, you're disinterested (woo-ooh)
When I'm an asshole, you're offended (woo-ooh)
You're a lure with no prize, a chase with no catch
You're perfect, runaway
Though I'm never gonna lock you down (woo-ooh)
You're always gonna be around (woo-ooh)
If I follow slow, you'll wait up for me
You're to blame, runaway
When I'm nice, you're disinterested (woo-ooh) (if my mind could)
When I'm an asshole, you're offended (woo-ooh) (turn back time)
You're a lure with no prize, a chase with no catch (I'd find myself and warn him that)
You're perfect, runaway
Though I'm never gonna lock you down (woo-ooh) (girl, some day)
You're always gonna be around (woo-ooh) (I'll find a way to)
If I follow slow, you'll wait up for me (break away from your luring eyes)
You're to blame, runaway
