I was caught
Blush impending
Please don't go, telling
Two glass vases
Different faces
Hands of the same creator
I saw myself in you
And I saw my doubts in you
Second nature
Thin like paper
Follow the routes that I trace, in your hands
Two glass vases
Different faces
Hands of the same creator
I saw myself in you
And I saw my doubts in you
Lying to myself again, push it underneath
Weekend smells of cinnamon, medicine, and tea
Nobody knows it, 'cause nobody shows it
Lying to myself again, push it underneath
Weekend smells of cinnamon
Baby won't you lay with me?
Rather you don't know me
You'll be disappointed
Showcase all your poison