This love it was a candle,
Burning late nights in my bed...

I was some place I wanted to be, an I had to leave...
I was some place I wanted to be, an I laughed it...

I am not sweet,
I have of venom, teeth, nails, anger...

Since when do we have to be vulnerable,
How did I forget something so fundamental...

I've got books in places where there should be...
Words scribbled so neatly on my legs they look...