I really want to find a bar and mix a fear up with a friend said the joke is on your arm I'll give you skull tattoos in your bed I want to know do I dance inside your head? is our love star-crossed? 'cause all I see is that I'm caught in it I really want to go to bed with a feeling in my chest like I lost again this time for the best I want to know that I smooth your checkered past that your hope floats when you call me your last I really hope you're on at eight with no commercial breaks and the sofa sinks underneath our doubled weight if you loved me like I loved you from afar if I loved you how come the skin wasn't so hard? how come the skin wasn't so hard?
