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 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
