I'd like to believe/in one thing that you say to me
Would you like to leave?/when i try to talk at all, it all just turns out to be
Turn on the stove/in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
My head fills with heat/from the knife in your hand to mine
I'd like to understand/what you think about, why it seems so bad
It's only escape/from everything i know i'm weak, i know that i'm sad
Turn on the stove/in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
My head fills with heat/from the knife in your hand to my sand