This is my first tab. So don t expect it to be perfect.
I d like to believe
In one thing that you say to me
Would you like to leave?
When I try to talk it off
Just turns out to be
Turn on the stove
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine
I d like to understand
What you think about, why it seems so bad
It s only escape
From everything, I know I m weak
I know that I m sad
Turn on the stove
From the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine
Sand
