Tekster: Firework Splints. Shelters.

:
watching paint dry
would be the better option
you saying you want him
to your friend who wants him also
and it's all a bit rich
coming from someone
someone
i knew would
come sniffing around you
well i guess that
bad karma
got me this time
when i slept around for the sake
didn't want to be the one to get burnt
i was already half-baked

and i'm already watching the walls
already hurting without
the ability to shed a tear and a pocket full of doubt

and i don't regret a thing
we shared more than our hearts
we discovered something so tender
and how it always rips apart

and if you ask me to come around
i'll probably be somewhere better
'cause i know spilt milk when i smell it
but i won't stop wearing that sweater

and i don't regret a thing
we shared more than our hearts
we discovered something so tender
and how it always rips
it always rips apart
it always rips apart
the night will turn to dark
'cause it always rips apart

no kisses goodbye
no kisses goodnight
your love was a shelter
mine was a bomb site