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