i m a velvet glove to a part of myself that i should really forget i wrote a poem all before my love but the way the sun is bleaching us in this photograph burns the paper that it s printed on that picture doesn t exist no no no more kind words they all seem to miss like the record without any help will pick the needle up and using the phone isn t good enough it s hard to know anyone everyday repeat this song oh the safety lies in your safety net can t you see there made of me like a stranger caught in the way oh you opened up because she s the one you want but you never try hard enough apologize