my love is stained with anger
you're two men in one man's body
the one that never told a lie
the other one invented very concept

i spoke and i've been heard
do you know the feeling?
                                                                                   oh how i've missed it
                                                                                   it's been missing

You light me up like a Christmas tree
And I feel so juvenile
But I'm too chicken to say how I feel
Because I'm still in denial

Because there's so many words you've said
And I've wondered if they were for me
With so many words that I've said
You were always listening

Because I remember my words
And it appears you did too
You're a very good listener
For someone I've rarely spoken to

Because I'm running towards you
But is this the right way to go
I'm chasing after someone
Who I don't even know

We're flirting with the line
And I'm on the edge
Are you going to cross
Or stay true to your pledge

does it even counts as 'sticking around'
if i burned the bridges leading up to your front door?
now i'm in the eye of the storm
convincing myself you're the shelter

In a still of the night
Snows floundering over the fireplace
In the midst of sorrow
Melancholy played over the gramophone
In the warmth of a quilt
Those fervid emotions felt contemplating
In the sip of a bourbon
A brunette leans on with a grin
In a trippy rendezvous
Something wonders compassionly
Is this affair a fallacy?

been staying awake doing an inventory
picking my own thoughts from those i borrowed
how do you not miss them? guess you sleep better now

i fear we now have more in common than before
i figured it out the day i learnt to drive
and now he's standing in the doorway with my words in his mouth