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