when will you know what i’ve become
when will you see the only thing
is fear of broken mended hearts
and fear of golden wedding rings
i’d love to hold you close at night
i’d love to keep you by my side
but fruit falls down upon our heads
and knocks us cold and knocks you dead
it keeps us up so late a night
the sound it makes, “the sound!” you cry
i wake up calm to calm the nerves
without which i would surely burn
baby, love me, love me dear
let me in, don’t keep me here
i need to breathe i need to dream
i need your hope inside of me
show me love and show me hate
take me on your quickest date
i’d love to see what i’d become
outside your worthless wedding cake