Playing With Fire

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

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

To me

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

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

To me

I’m playing with fire and I can’t think straight

I’d do anything to not feel this way

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

To me