The Kind

Baby, hands in your lap
You touch your wounds so much they’ll never heal
I fear you’ll turn your back
On just the kind of love you really need, well
It’s just the kind
It’s just the kind you need to feel
Baby, I love your laugh
And every word you say, it’s dire and dear
But, «Cut the crap, you’re still alive»
It’s just the kind of thing you really need, well
It’s just the kind
It’s just the kind
It’s just the kind you need to hear