A lighter's in your pocket
You take out the light
Thank God, now you can breathe
A knife is in your pocket
You take out the knife
Thank God, now you can bleed

Well, I don't mind it at all
Give it time, it'll grow
Seems I always pretend
When pretty soon it'll end

Hope in a way you bleed me to death
You bleed me
Hope in a way you bleed me to death
You bleed me
Hope in a way you bleed me to death
You bleed me

Must have been lost when I missed all your dreams
Killed curiosity
Must have been found when I kissed both your cheeks
Killed animosity

Well, I don't mind it at all
Give it timе, it'll grow
Seems I always pretend
When prеtty soon it'll end