You used to capture my neck
In the noose of your arms
Before passionately kissing me back,
Back then you meant me no harm

But now you’ve placed me on a branch
Tied my hands, and left me standing on a leaf
Above two crocodile pits and a thorn-filled trench
All because I returned your heart, for I’m not a thief

So as your rope vividly hangs overhead
I’m left with a dilemma, I have to choose
Between declining your offer once again and making you mad
So I’ll make you happy and put my head through your noose
I guess I should have always thought with my head
I would never have lost if I’d played by your rules
Remember me whenever you are sad
Despite the tools, booze or blues