You're onto me like salt knows the sea

and you seem to me like you're a fire

you come to me like ideas in my dreams

yr not correct but you seem so at the time

standing in your doorway I am waiting to get burned again

lying in your arms I think I'm bored

you're cutting me off slowly at the knees

we do what you want to, we do what you want and it kills me

the light in yr bedroom stays on all night

I didn't drive by to see it but I knew then that you lied