I want to unravel you like the thread on my jeans
Tug and pull til it's loose and I have torn the seam
I ruin everything, you should probably avoid me
Or give me a reason why every side of the bed
Feels like the wrong one in the morning
Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
And if we wait a while it's still coming
To me
The rain on my fire escape; the whir of my first car
The sound of the rumble strip when we have drifted just too far
Goes off in my head like a cell phone alarm
And everything's too loud
So give me a reason why every side of the bed
Feels like the wrong one in the morning
Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
And if we wait a while it's still coming
To me
Cause I'm playing with fire and I can't think straight
I'd do anything to not feel this way
