I don't want to regret the stuff i never said.
Or the chance we never get.
Is it special or easy, Am I free or Am.
I anywhere near your neck.
Fuck it i locked it
I lost it again.
Fuck it I locked it
I lost it again.
Maybe you save it
For your rainy day.
Maybe you change it with nothing to say.
Fuck it
Lock It
I can't say
It lock it away.
I think i'm going mad (from the) tiny writting on my hands.
My test is subtle and yours is so mean.
She tells me to do it in room seventeen.
It all comes together and it all falls apart.
There's room in your closet and stuff in your heart.
Anywhere near your neck.
It arouses past to present.
Like a happy little accident and i'm waiting like a thunderbug.
And i'm waiting wanna go over the edge.
Coffins are shining above your celling.
Nicola Radcliffe is understanding.