You’re in trouble… x2

You could always get under my skin
You made a nest within my skull
My curling horns would house your thorns
Until blossoms formed, but-

You’re in trouble…x2

You could always get under my skin
Entwine your vines and bend my limbs
To suit your whims, the racing winds
That rushed through us like thunder
I could always count your number
Black against the dust
I promised something bigger than you
Something bigger than us, but-

You’re in trouble…x2

I’m gonna get you out
If it means I wrap myself inside your belt
If it means I end up under my own wheels
I’d run out of road before I’d regret
How good getting into trouble feels…