Brand New - Not The Sun

Please don't be technology so I can turn up your love Like some cold machine Don’t feed me scraps from your bed And I won't be the stray coming back Just to be fed Don’t be waves Come to seal my fate, marine Just pretend That you want me And be my bait Don’t be that note I can't hold Don’t be that joke that I told And told Till it got old Don’t be that hand around my throat So I can't breathe You say you're my friend But why won't you be my family? Well, if you breed Just don't tell me Be my bait. Be my serene Tell me you know what I mean You’ve set on me but you are not the sun And you will not listen