Oh, my silly heart How can you start making choices so crude And leaving me far away on ice to be revived By a touch that cannot be accurately described When it's time to say goodnight
Oh, my stupid mind It's cartographer find every crook in your smile, every dot on your knee Which I've counter a couple hundred times As you laid sleeping and I laid terrified
You're leftover rain falling of trees Dotting my clothes, stinging my face Saying, "you can't hide from me now."
Oh, my aching head keeps changing memories Make believe that I'm good That someday I would learn to be kind to myself And let you love someone else And I'm sorry :c