Lacerate

You cut so quick

I bleed so deep

Your fire, your ice, your sharp mystique.

You cut me quick

My breath so sharp

We've never been so far apart...

Wrecked

I'm stuck in the dream I had at eighteen,

I never knew you would be so mean.

Or maybe it's me,

So lost at sea,

But why would you want to drown with me?

Screams

But do I really wish that I could build a time machine?

And go back to when you were falling for me,

Instead of falling away.

...Cos as crazy it seems, baby, we both had dreams

And now were tearing, at the seams.

Brown Eyes

Stressed,

Depressed,

But very well dressed.

I get nervous round you

(I've often professed).