i admit i'm scared 
of a warm side of our bed 
i tremble in the face 
of your loneliness 
and everything i think 
should be buried in the ground 
should be kept inside my head 
but it's knit into your brow 
i live inside your room 
and if i reach out with my hand 
the disturbance sends our things 
crashing down upon my head 
and everything i think 
should be buried in the ground 
should be kept inside my head 
but it's knit into your brow 
and everything i said 
spewed like sparklers from my mouth 
and everything i said 
spewed like sparklers from my mouth 
they looked pretty as they flew 
but now they're useless and burnt out 
and everything i think 
should be buried in the ground 
should be kept inside my head 
but it's knit into your brow 
and if i had a dime for every time i'm freaking out 
we could fly around the world 
or just get out of your parents' house