Words are so hard to find, to find a way to tell fate, by the time I find them, I just hope its not too late! You're all tangled up, up in my hair, I'm all tangled up, up in your stare, All attracted to your package, Singin' "Handle with Care". But Im not sure if the desire is there! Close the door shut, tight like a casket, get outta my head, you girl and picnic basket, Sometimes I hate feeling, sometimes i hate the numb, But how could i let myself, get caught up, in something so dumb? Im burning my bridges, throwing fake me's off of ridges, just hoping you'll catch a glance, i can't risking breaking you, don't wanna take that chance. I lean against, the detonator, Bomb strapped to my chest, I'm the only perpatrator, I'm not going out, as one o' the best, but I guess this'll end, Sooner or later. I wrote this after I had a thing with a girl then decided I didn't wanna get tied down. It might have been a bad choice.
