I'm a velvet glove to a part of myself that I should really forget.
I wrote a poem.
All before my love
But the way the sun
Is bleaching us in this photograph
Burns the paper that it's printed on
That picture doesn't exist
No no no more kind words
They all seem to miss
Like the record without any help will pick the needle up
And using the phone isn't good enough
It's hard to know anyone
Everyday repeat this song
Oh, the safety lies in your safety net
Can't you see there made of me
Like a stranger caught in the way
Oh, you opened up
Because she's the one you want
But you never try hard enough
Apologize