Playing with Fire

I want to unravel you like the thread on my jeans

Tug and pull til it’s loose and I have torn the seam

I ruin everything, you should probably avoid me

Or give me a reason why every side of the bed

Feels like the wrong one in the morning

Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address

And if we wait a while it’s still coming to me

The rain on my fire escape; the whir of my first car

The sound of the rumble strip when we have drifted just too far

Goes off in my head like a cell phone alarm

And everything’s too loud

So give me a reason why every side of the bed

Feels like the wrong one in the morning

Tell me that happiness was sent to the wrong address

And if we wait a while it’s still coming to me

Cause I’m playing with fire and I can’t think straight

I’d do anything to not feel this way