Given to this feeling that 
I’m on the verge of something 
It’s an itch, it’s a lift, it’s just the way it is 
I should’ve chained the doors to save us from the walk-ins 
Now it’s too late to turn the lights off and hide 
Last night you were next to me when the fire alarm went off 
We held each other on the feather bed quiet and calm 
But it was not the same, the names were changed and the window frames were in the wrong place in my dreams where 
I didn’t mess everything up 
I imagined a son and this is not my imagination 
Honey, you’re too sweet for my teeth and you’re giving me cavities 
If you never run too fast you never get winded 
No relationships are never finished, just abandoned 
In this light you’re a silhouette and 
I’m gauged by what 
I’m told All 
I could see were the seventeen inches of snow 
But it was not the same, the names were changed and the window frames were in the wrong place in my dreams where 
I didn’t mess everything up 
Look what you did to me and my wisdom teeth 
Your lips were too sweet and they left me with cavities