happy with you

thought i wasn't angry anymore

but the past sometimes it begs to be reborn

the calendar will always stay its course

it's my birthday, i feel rage

and in our room the cracks and shadows bloom

i dig my roots into your sleeping body

a seedling forcing through our history

seeking air to feed the flame you thought was dead but it

remains and won't forget

i thought i wasn't bitter anymore

but this path sometimes it begs to be reworn

geography is pretty uniform

there's the exit i bite my lip

and in our car i stare at your hand

try to unwind every timeline

farther away but when it strikes

it feels the same how far you'd drive

to get away from our bedroom

newly yours i can't remember

if you took my car, i can't remember

if you took my car, i can't remember

if you took my car,

i search our history seeking air to feed the flame

but i want to want to be happy with you