rule me in

venetian blinds, french doors
you're packing for your tour
"i'm gonna save the world"
you said
it's easier than that
but I want my money back
I've been reading you
since I was a kid

your advances, but i'm cold
my god, i would
but I know
you don't need me
at your feet righ tnow
we signed it in hope
and I gave you all my dope
sirens on my tail
but I want you sitting close

back again back again
gun to your head
you can't say
that I'm too late
back again back again
its in your head
but your singing
you don't like the shape

if you rule me out
you'll never see
the edges burned anthology
and i am tired
call me out
i'm at the scene
if you're in blood, put it on me
and i lied
to every organ
friend and lover
I fail to justify
but i try
and i try
to rain out the fire