I Admit I'm Scared

I admit I’m scared of a warm side of our bed I tremble in the face of your loneliness And everything I think should be buried in the ground Should be kept inside my head, but it’s knit into your brow I live inside your room and if I reach out with my hand The disturbance sends our things crashing down upon my head And everything I think should be buried in the ground Should be kept inside my head, but it’s knit into your brow And everything I said spewed like sparklers from my mouth And everything I said spewed like sparklers from my mouth They looked pretty as they flew, but now they’re useless and burnt out And if I had a dime for every time I’m freaking out We could fly around the world, or just get out of your parents’ house