Paroles: Chambers. Old Love. Notch.

Tonight
We will dance
As we encircle the subject
I'll run away From your lock and key
You cannot change me
No regrets
This is it
No regrets
Get off my fucking chest
I numb myself into a beautiful black
Crushing aspirins kills my heart attack
I expect grace about your waist
I won't settle for less
I'm married to misery
I'll only disappoint you
I'm telling you
I'll never be happy enough to love you