My hand on your hand
As you reach for your clutch
Wasn't the plan
To need you quite so much
Talk of the summer with all of your friends
To me you're a passing wind that I tread
To have off and on with myself at your call
I push you away 'til I cannot recall
Our last fight or two or the third or the fourth
I missed it a bit for all that it's worth
Oh can you climb on me now
Oh can you ride with me now
Oh can you climb on me now
Oh can you ride with me now