Let the candle burn out
I’ll fill the jar with pretty things I find
Can I show you sometime?
Nevermind, I’ll be fine
I should really keep some things to myself
When you were younger, did you like show and tell
Or did you hate it?
My honey, she’ll tell me sweet things
I’d say that I’m cold and she’ll knit me a sweater
She’ll cut off the loose threads that I wouldn’t even notice at all
She’ll love me, it scares me
I’m craving the cold again, the fire’s too warm
She’ll love me, it scares me
I’m craving your cold again, the fire’s too warm
I’d find a feather right outside my door
I’d dip it in ink, I wonder what you’re thinking
I’d write out the things I wish you’d say to me
You’d hate it more than anything, even needing me
She’ll speak them like a language she learned just for me
She’d kiss me on the forehead, down to my cheeks
Her mother’s out the picture, she fights with her father
He taught her how to shoot a gun down by the water
Freckle on her shoulder, family out in Boulder
And when you’re home for the summer, you’re stuck with your mother
Your sister’s at your father’s, your polar opposites
But when you’re fighting, you still love her anyway and
You loved me, did it scare you?
I’m craving the cold again, the fire’s too warm
You loved me, at least I think you did
At least you think you did
At least you think you did
At least you think you did
At least you think you did
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