Brown twisted mop, make me fall in love
Piercing my heart and thawing my cold exterior, have I ever been in love?
Have you?
I don't think we ever knew what love was until we escaped each other and grew apart like ivy.
You sing songs and I can only think they're for me.
Careful, tiptoe, try not to cross the line.
I think of you often; tears begin to form
I'm scared to let you in.