Playing With Fire

I want to unravel you like the thread on my jeans
Tug and pull ‘til it’s loose and I have torn the seam
I ruin everything, you should probably avoid me

Give me a reason why every side of the bed
Feels like the wrong one in the morning
Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
And if we wait a while, it’s still coming
To me

The rain on my fire escape
The whir of my first car
The sound of the rumble
Strip when we have drifted just too far
Goes off in my head like a cell phone alarm
And everything’s too loud

Give me a reason why every side of the bed
Feels like the wrong one in the morning
Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
And if we wait a while, it’s still coming
To me

I’m playing with fire and I can’t think straight
I’d do anything to not feel this way

Give me a reason why every side of the bed
Feels like the wrong one in the morning
Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address
And if we wait a while, it’s still coming
To me