I'll find myself in you
If you do the same with me
I'll keep this knife off my arm and keep my longing to a minimum
There's cigarette burns on my hands and blood on my lips
From the drunken smokes we shared on Halloween
I'm gonna f*ck it up
If you give me the chance
An occupation only saturated by me, just give me a moment
I'll mess my head up again
Then you'll screw it right back on,
Like a car, in a crash, on the M1
You're like the blue down my arm
With inconsiderate portions
My chemical imbalance gets fixed by your serotonin
As my heart comes racing to conclusions
It's you
Oh god, it's you