Love is not tangible.

Can't find better words to say, it's okay if you find something better;
I'm the hole inside your pocket, I'm the unpredicted bad weather.
(Don't get lost inside of this.)
And we can find some shelter from ourselves and dance around like spiders trapped in red dresses, climbed farther than I knew was safe.
And I'm afraid for so much, if you could see me when the lights go out on nights I cry myself to sleep.

And these words are un-perfect, I'd preach it but the choir's dead, let's hear it for the sermon.
And all the kids who kill their chances, cause the punchline's a heartbeat, just say that you love me.

I'm trying for the logical, and I believe you. What's here is the bottle, and I'm a little suspicious, pretty boys eat hears and leave the bodies in ditches.
I'm either convenient or a cover up for a bigger loss, don't get lost inside of this.
Too scared to say what I mean, well do ya mean it?

You're my heart, and I need you.

You're the afterglow, you're the love in the room.

It's risky, but can I keep you? Just stay.

And these words are un-perfect, I'd preach it but the choir's dead, let's hear it for the sermon. And all the kids who kill their chances. Cause the punchline's a heartbeat, just say that you love me.