Window Frames

Give in to this feeling that I’m on the verge of something
Oh, it’s an itch, it’s a lift, it’s just the way it is
I should’ve chained the doors to save us from the walk-ins
Now it’s too late to turn the lights off and hide
Last night you were next to me when the fire alarm went off
We held each other on the feather bed quiet and calm
But it was not the same, the names were changed
And the window frames were in the wrong place
In my dreams where I didn’t mess everything up
Home, I imagined a son and this not my imagination
Honey, you’re too sweet for my teeth and you’re giving me cavities
If you never run too fast, you’ll never get winded
No relationships are ever finished, just abandoned
In this light, you’re a silhouette and I’m gauged by what I’m told
All I can see were the seventeen inches of snow
But it was not the same, the names were changed
And the window frames were in the wrong place
In my dreams where I didn’t mess everything up
Look what you did to me and my wisdom teeth
Your lips were too sweet and they left me with cavities