Broken Biscuit Paroles

Careful not to rush me
Into this fine romance

I stand under the weight of your words
Hoping you won't find me
I'm terrified of everything I've heard,
Don't swallow

I'm a damaged dollar
Than no-one wants to change
I'm a bunch of flowers
That need to be arranged
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you say
I've lowered all my armour
Risking the pain again

I stand under the weight of your words.
Hoping you won't find me.
I'm terrified of everything I've heard, I'm paralysed by all the things that hurt
But I'm coming

I stand under the weight of your words
Hoping you won't find me
I'm paralysed by all the things I heard
Don't swallow

I'm standing on the edge of your words
Standing on the edge of your words
I'm paralysed by all the things that hurt
But I'm coming