She says her boyfriend is a threat, and she is pulling at his clothes

And she is begging for him to stay, because her body needs what it knows

And I don’t think we stand a chance against these odds

Well I threw away my stories, because I hated growing up

And I wrote them down in memory so I can carve them with my mouth

And I ran away in high school because I got so scared of love

But I still have all these memories that I can carve out with my mouth

And you were honest to think you’re lovely

And I will shut up because I’m sorry

And you were honest to think you’re lovely

And I will shut up because I’m sorry

But when the headlights come I’ll step into them bravely

But when the headlights come I’ll step into them bravely

But when the headlights come I’ll step into them bravely

But when the headlights come-