There's a chill in my spine like she makes the dark seem bright how And I put together pictures with the poetry I paint Leaving these words on the paper but it's just a fucking stain And I'm looking at the stars like I wish I could be that high now But this melody has me stuck to the ground Don't know what it is but it's a familiar sound And it's probably the wrong rhyme, too many chimes Too much of a waste of my time, but with the right line and the right mind I could sing it to millions in a crowd like, oh To millions in a crowd like, oh I like the songs she puts in my head I like the ones she sings when she's upset I like the songs she puts in my head I like the ones she sings when she's upset She has beauty as a birth mark, marking my words when the times get hard Slower than melted time like candles, Dali's version of slow mo Safe and pure like Gala's castle And it seems surreal too, the time I spend with you, rather than by the window sill Filled with the hate and fears I feel That keep me awake, whereas you keep me safe You see they keep me awake whereas you keep me safe You stop my voice from missing, when you keep on singing in my head It's a vision of a golden disc, I'll probably scratch it I'll probably leave and make you upset But we by a love, so much refined inter assured of the mind care less, eyes lips and hands to miss I like the songs she puts in my head I like the ones she sings when she's upset I like the songs she puts in my head I like the ones she sings when she's upset When she's upset, when she's upset, when she's upset, when she's upset When she's upset, when she's upset, when she's upset, when she's upset