The Antlers

I Don't Want Love

You wanna climb up the stairs,

I wanna push you back down.

But I let you inside,

So you can push me around.

If I leave before you,

And I walk out alone,

Keep your hands to yourself

When you follow me home.

I don’t want love.

We wake up with pounding heads,

Bruised down below.

I should have built better walls,

Or slept in my clothes.

So if I see you again,

Desperate and stoned,

Keep your prison locked up,

And I will leave my gun at home.

I don’t want love.