Given to this feeling that i'm on the verge of something.
It's an itch, it's a lift, it's just the way it is.
And i should've chained the door to save us from the walk-ins.
Now it's too late to turn the lights off and hide.
Last night you were next to me when the fire alarm went off.
We held each other on the featherbed quiet and calm.
But it was not the same, the names were changed, and the window frames were in the wrong place in my dreams where i didn't mess everything up.
I imagined a son and this is not my imagination.
Honey, you're too sweet for my teeth and you're giving me cavities.
If you run to fast you'll never get winded.
No relationships are ever finished, just abandoned.
In this light you're a silhouette and i'm gauged by what i'm told. all i can see are the seventeen inches of snow. but it was not the same, the names were changed, and the window frames were in the wrong place in my dreams where i didn't mess everything up.
Look what you did to me and my wisdom teeth.
Your lips are too sweet and you left me with cavities
