| Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind, |
| Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes, |
| I lost your presence underneath the bridge |
| Lock the door, let’s talk it out, |
| Against the wall, hands on my mouth, |
| Could this be it, is it really over now? |
| You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants, |
| You sang your songs and danced your dance, |
| I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet |
| Nine to eleven you’re getting weak, |
| The tile is cold, I can barely speak, |
| And I think she’s gone, but I’ll be sure for safety’s keeping |
| If you say no, then no it will be, |
| I’ll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings, |
| Just play it cool yeah, and try avoid being seen |
| I’ll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing |
| Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun, |
| Along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one, |
| And I fell so fast in Sufat’s bedroom, |
| You said you saw it coming but you didn’t see nothing, |
| Your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet, |
| Don’t worry about, don’t worry about anything |
| A pity invitation to an akward house, |
| For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse, |
| I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time |
| My curly hair and a voting booth, |
| Confessingly, this is the first time I’ve loved you, |
| And God I mean, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it |
| 'Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me, |
| Well don’t stop calling, you’re the reason I love losing sleep, |
| And the building collapse, we’ll shop one for something |
| I’ll stick it at our skin, pierced for something |
| Besides, don’t release me until it’s over |
| And besides, you can’t believe without fear |
| And besides, you can’t believe without fear |