Add to the chase, add to the game
Keep me on the edge of my seat in suspense
Run after me and tell me I’m making a big mistake

Like a foghorn, your words ring loud and clear
Sing to me in the same manner the cardinals on my birdfeeder try to serenade me
Create a melody so reminiscent of you, you’re all I can think of

Maybe I could do a little more
Turn around and run to you
As you are not so hot on my tail

The world can keep the velvet suit it has sewn for me
As I refuse to walk down the aisle of expectations
And say “I do” at the altar of lies and deception

I would rather be your groom in the leaves of luxury
Than step into the mold my feet no longer fit
And run my arms through sleeves that are far too short for a coat

Forget the bouquet and allow me to throw myself into your arms
Ending an all too beautiful chase
But for now, let’s sing to the cardinals on our birdfeeder