Cure me Just Meat meets a lover Seen bright stars like them Fall to the ground like them Dissolve into the earth like them Hold to skin It makes a mark Hold to eyes See it stark Hold to heart It all goes dark
Can you tell I'm nervous Put a glaze over it in an oven Hot like Saturday nights I never had With a girl I never met Friend is such a tragic word Would you bet That I run away every time Here and there I make this rhyme So maybe you'll listen