I could talk for hours
I could count the minutes as I prayed for them to stand
still
I could play defensive
Undermining pensive, random thoughts of you

But
If I stayed the night I would be
Putty in your hands
I would be
Putty in your hands
I would be  

I could hold my guard up
Let you take the fall then come and beg for more
I could leave this way
Never looking back the way I did before.

But
If I stayed the night I would be
Putty in your hands
I would be
Putty in your hands
I would be  

I could beg for mercy
I could throw the towel in and watch it touch the floor
I could talk forever
I could
I could
I won't.