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