My bike shivers in this cold, and you're stoking up some old flames inside
It steams my cheeks' windows, but you can't squeeze the worry out through my numb hands
I can't even feel that
Get out the ice pick and take some good hacks
Don't be so anxious that teaching this old mutt some new tricks gets you a puppy all heartsick, no
Here's a quick history lesson: I'm not in love, I've never been
I'm not even sure that can happen to me
So we're a good match
I'll keep rubbing your back if you will scratch mine
Blood bubbles to my skin
It's gonna fill these new cracks in
Scarlet fingertracks remind me where your hands have been
And what makes the pain complete: torn flesh leaves searing heat
But bed-warming alone is not enough to defrost me
There goes my chance
There goes my chance
There goes my best chance
Every time this happens, I catch myself trying to resist unlocking my head case, but this time the key began to twist
Turn it back now
Pull your hands out
Sweetness and touch cannot erase disappointment
Let's get inside before it freezes to my face