Everyone wants to be wanted the same way they want

Just say the word and all this can change, you can get what you're after with no restraint, but you have to speak if it's ever to start - your silence is the lock to your little heart

I need to tire myself out before I get home lest I be too awake to sleep on my own

Up in the treehouse the lights have all gone out, and the curtains are keeping the sun from shining in. The floor boards are broken so you best watch your step or you might fall to the bottom and be met by your death. And I really don't mind if you want to fertilize the ground surrounding my fort, but if you're gonna do that let me know so I can dig a grave for your corpse

Why does it always come to this
Losing my way
Over the same old road
It only goes one way
But I don't know which way to go
So every now and then I turn around to where I've been and start walking back