Lasso

We laughed before we spoke
Yet to spot the rope
Words were flying
I was trying
Hard to have the upper hand
But I could hardly move
I was caught in his lasso
Howling at the moon
Doing all the things I swore I’d never do
Tried to run away
Then he said my name
Lasso’s gone, I’m holding on
Holes in both of our hearts
Contest of the scars
Where’d my game go?
Out the window
Even worse at playing him
Than playing this guitar
I was caught in his lasso
Howling at the moon
Doing all the things I swore I’d never do
Tried to run away
Then he said my name
Lasso’s gone, I’m holding on for dear life
Lasso’s gone, I’m holding on to him tonight
Lasso’s gone gone gone
I’m holding on