I want to unravel you like the thread on my jeans
tug and pull til it's loose and I have torn the seam
I ruin everything, you should probably avoid me
or give me a reason why every side of the bed
feels like the wrong one in the morning
tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
and if we wait a while it's still coming
The rain on my fire escape; the whir of my first car
the sound of the rumble strip when we have drifted just too far
goes off in my head like a cell phone alarm
and everything's too loud
So give me a reason why every side of the bed
feels like the wrong one in the morning
tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
and if we wait a while it's still coming
Cause I'm playing with fire and I can't think straight
I'd do anything to not feel this way