paroles de chanson Space Heater - Marathon
My
bike
shivers
in
this
cold,
and
you're
stoking
up
some
old
flames
inside.
It
steams
my
cheeks'
windows,
but
you
can't
squeeze
the
worry
out
through
my
numb
hands.
I
can't
even
feel
that.
Get
out
the
ice
pick
and
take
some
good
hacks.
Don't
be
so
anxious
that
teaching
this
old
mutt
some
new
tricks
gets
you
a
puppy
all
heartsick,
no.
Here's
a
quick
history
lesson:
I'm
not
in
love,
I've
never
been.
I'm
not
even
sure
that
can
happen
to
me.
So
we're
a
good
match.
I'll
keep
rubbing
your
back
if
you
will
scratch
mine.
Blood
bubbles
to
my
skin.
It's
gonna
fill
these
new
cracks
in.
Scarlet
fingertracks
remind
me
where
your
hands
have
been.
And
what
makes
the
pain
complete:
torn
flesh
leaves
searing
heat.
But
bed-warming
alone
is
not
enough
to
defrost
me.
There
goes
my
chance.
There
goes
my
chance.
There
goes
my
best
chance.
Every
time
this
happens,
I
catch
myself
trying
to
resist
unlocking
my
head
case,
but
this
time
the
key
began
to
twist.
Turn
it
back
now.
Pull
your
hands
out.
Sweetness
and
touch
cannot
erase
disappointment.
Let's
get
inside
before
it
freezes
to
my
face.
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