PARADISE AT LAST
Two hands
They are wrong again
The way your mouth bends and breaks
Like you were getting away
With something
In my dreams
I am driving drunk again
In my dreams
You are chasing me
Knife in hand
In my dreams
I like us better
Where i am bold
And you are honest
In between everything
You will think about the way
Her shoulders shake in the dream you had
Where you cut off your hands
So you could stop staring at them
And begging them
To stay