(You've Got Me) Rolled Up Your Sleeve

There's a part of me
that burns for you
it's a flaming heart heating a stew
it's a bloody hatchet
to cleave you in two
So why don't you set me free?
You've got me rolled up your sleeve

There's a part of me
that yearns for you
it's a bad actor missing his cue
it's a Guston painting
of a big pinkish shoe
So why don't you set me free?
You've got me rolled up your sleeve

If there were only two roads
to walk down
I would gladly choose yours
and if there were only two rooms to enter
I would gladly choose your door
and if there were only
two bottles to drink from
I would gladly
take a pull off of yours
So why don't you set me free?
You've got me rolled up your sleeve

Quillan Roe: Guitar, Vocal