My voice comes out in twos and threes
I see your face in leaves on trees
Eyes behind me I can't recognize
Since that night I tell no lies

Days and nights to swallow pills
A silent love song that slowly kills
With shaking knees I feel the shame
For anything wrong, I am to blame

Your head on mine, my nerves on fire
Clothed in shadows, I walk the wire
Beginner's luck, I am a klutz
Something better than painted-on cuts

Small-town feast, we tread the outskirts
I feel privileged to be the first
Pink and green and brown, our eyes
I hate it most when we exchange goodbyes