i want to unravel you like the thread on my jeans tug and pull til its loose and i have torn the seam i ruin everything you should probably avoid me give me a reason why every side of the bed feels like the wrong one in the morning tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address and if we wait a while its still coming to me the rain on my fire escape the whir of my first car the sound of the rumble strip when we have drifted just too far goes off in my head like a cell phone alarm and everythings too loud im playing with fire and i cant think straight id do anything to not feel this way 