it all comes back to the legs that you scratched red.
it comes down to those scissors you cut your hair with, it's uneven. cut it more.
and I'm so sorry I broke your glasses and now you can't see my million flaws.
just close your eyes and you'll hear better, listen closer
closer, get closer.
this lightbulb makes all the difference, turn it off.
make me realise that the smell of danger isn't all that unpleasant,
and everything that we aren't is all that we're ever looking for,
in these roads and careless loves.