Um still bleedin frum the glass stuck deep in the cuts on my hands
Maybe things'll go back how dey were b4
Bedtime stories of ah rabbit & a tiny door

& every night i dream of the last time u said that you wanted 2 dance
But u just dont ask me any moar & im just so tired when i get thru dat door

But every night i still think of the way that u maid me feel pretty again
A reourring dream of sky scrapers on ocean floors & memories of loved 1s trapped in polaroids

& everyday i wake up & think of u and how good things never last
But maybe things'll go back how they were b4, memories of loved 1s trapped in polaroids