| Oh baby, baby please
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| I feel an urgent need to apologize
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| I did a terrible thing in a terrible dream
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| And now I can’t look you in the eye
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| It started:
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| We were out on a date
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| And you turned to say
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| «I gotta tell you something odd
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| I know I said we’d get married
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| But I’m already married»
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| And that’s when you laughed so hard
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| So I turned and swung
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| I woke in a shock
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| Nails digging blood from the base of my palms
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| Because people are so fickle
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| They fall in love at different angles
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| So really I could lose you just as quickly as I’ve gotten you
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| And that’s the kind of thought that makes me nervous
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| And worried if you’ll really think I’m worth it
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| When the rush wears off and you’re left with this busted person
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| But if you tell me you will I will do what I can to believe it
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| So baby all the things that I’ve seen
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| Last night while asleep
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| This morning, they’re messing with me
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| And now I’m anxious as hell
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| And looking for help
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| Something pleasant and painless
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| Some story to tell
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| With a throughline of calm
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| That could stop me from being myself
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| Cause all I think is how I wanna be your fever
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| Just to know I make you heated
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| Cause I worry you might see me more like a blanket
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| Who’s there for comfort and for cover
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| From the glare of former lovers
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| All that passion that kissed you and bit you 'til you were devoured
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| And I’d like to get better cause thinking like this is torture
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| And if I can’t stop it you’ll get sick of bearing crosses
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| And you’ll jump to cut your losses
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| You’ll go get quarantined somewhere far from me
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| Where it’s much less dangerous
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| Maybe if I wake up and quit dreaming
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| I can shake the shit I’m fearing
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| And I can realize I’m just freaking out for no good reason
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| I’ll tell you what:
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| If that’s a line I can cross, once I get there, I’m not ever leaving |