Choke it up the orange kind, I will not be by your side,
Met him once before but now he's gone,
Picturesque in solitude, unfortunately full of you,
Harmful to the point of moving on.
Another heartbeat, waking up the whole street,
I was never much, for hopeless carry on,
When the scar bleeds, wait until you can't scream,
I won't be the last,
so watch me take this home.
Somewhere else instead,
I'll always be the one to, hope for,
Scratches on your legs,
It's okay, it's okay.
Sitting in the lovers chair, oblivious to modern care,
Medical and personal abuse,
We can snap the ligaments, into place in time and space,
Laughter and the sound of cutting loose.
Another heartbeat, waking up the whole street,
I was never much, for hopeless carry on,
When the scar bleeds, wait until you can't scream,
I won't be the last,
so watch me take this home.
Somewhere else instead,
I'll always be the one to, hope for,
Scratches on your legs,
It's okay, it's okay.
Somewhere else instead,
I'll always be the one to, hope for,
Scratches on your legs,
It's okay, it's okay.