Thought you'd saved me from falling solo But i was busy playing marco polo I used to think i could write about love but nothing's more wrong than a fearful poet Someone move me between these feelings and punctuate this hope i'm stealing i'm so guilty, without to meaning to be just one more mess that needs cleaning up someone stop me just like i've dropped me and i will swollow the whole world laughing but don't get me wrong, it's kinda funny when something solid now runs like honey
