Dress That You Met Me In

Swimming into the deeper end You were talking so tough I cut myself a thousand 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 love you? My eyes so full of depression But you're wearing the dress that you met me in And 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 depression 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