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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 From Letras Mania