She's so sleek
Bruises that can't be found / queen of the underground
How will I understand her if I shouldn't make a sound

She's my scene
Saffire heaven bound
How am I supposed to handle things when she's not around?

Blame it on a lack of artificial joy
Insufficient sense of me, myself and
Whatever else I tend to pair with
Inconclusion- all the rules got blocked out, reasons to gleam

Carry it within you until you think it's safe
Begging for her mercy
While you're standing in the shade
You'd recreate the spark if you knew what to say
Delusions of disaster when everything's OK

I wonder if she can even understand me

And when she says she loves you she really thinks she does
And she really thought she loved the last one she grew tired of