Dress That You Met Me In

Swimming into the deeper end
You were talking so tough
I cut myself 1000 times
Trying to open you up

There’s something in another room
You can see it in your sleep
I’m not scared of the darkness baby
I’m just scared of your dreams

And you feel so wired
And whisper in your phone
You thank God for every little thing
She’s given you
But I don’t think she’s home

Did you lock the doors to our house
So covered in scaffolding
With eyes so full of gasoline
But I’m wearing the shirt
That you met me in

Did you see the note I texted you
Just to say that I lovе you
My eyes so full of de-prеssion
But you’re wearing
The dress that you met me in

The clocks might be wrong on the weekend
But it might be in my head
I see both your arms
Wrapped around the third rail
And you’re calling me to come to bed

And we feel so wired
To the buzzing of the phone
We thank God for every little thing
She’s given us
But I don’t think she’s home

Did you lock the doors to our house
So covered in scaffolding
With eyes so full of gasoline
But I’m wearing the shirt
That you met me in

Did you see the note I texted you
Just to say that I love you
My eyes so full of de-pression
But you’re wearing
The dress that you met me in

You’re such a bad liar
You’re such a bad liar
You’re such a bad liar