She knew to search his knuckles for scars
She'd learned to leave something behind
In every single car
The blood would rush
Was that enough?
It wasn't but she'd play as if it was
Cold is trust
This life is letting up
I can't crash hard or fast enough
I'll burn it down if it keeps me warm
Yeah
I love that little smile
But please don't show it to me for a while
I'll take my time
Never ever gonna beg for it back
Sticks and stones
Dying phones
Nothing that she hasn't heard before
Naked eyes
Miss naked lies
Ever wonder if you're trying not to look under your nose
I suppose it's alright if you don't
And I suppose it's not my fight to lose
Heaven knows you won't help me to win
Yeah
This life is good enough
I'm not here to bring a renaissance
And you sure aren't showing me I should
No
I love that little look
But I'm not in the mood
To have the book thrown at me
So
Get outta my head
She knew to search his knuckles for scars
She knew- well, in fact, you know too much
No life is good enough
No-one's about to bring a renaissance and you
Can't seem to show me that I could
No
I hate the honesty
I'm begging you to just lie to me oh
Make me doubt it all so that I can be
Sure