oh my dear, it's clear.
no one's recovering.
things are done 'round here.
storm clouds are hovering.
and maybe that's why
i'm so scared of you all the time.
i get scared when you cross my mind,
get so scared i think i might die.
i'm sure i would prefer
if you weren't quite who you were,
if the lines that we drew could blur,
if i could only find the words.
this anxiety simply covers me.
i see the catastrophe that this is gonna be.
and maybe that's why
i'm so scared of you all the time.
i get scared when you cross my mind,
get so scared i think i might die.
i'm sure i would prefer
if you weren't quite who you were,
if the lines that we drew could blur,
if i could only find the words.
oh my dear, be fair.