You're in trouble...
You're in trouble...
You could always get under my skin
You made a nest within my skull
My curling horns would house
Your thorns until blossoms formed, but-
You're in trouble...
You're in trouble...
You could always get under my skin
Entwine your vines and bend my limbs
To suit your whims
The racing winds that rushed through us like thunder
I could always count your number, black against the dust.
I promised something bigger than you,
Something bigger than us, but-
You're in trouble...
You're in trouble...
I'm gonna get you out
If it means I wrap myself inside your belt
If it means I end up under my own wheels
I'd run out of road before
I'd regret how good getting into trouble feels...
