IF I HURT YA WHEN I HIT YA, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
SOMETIMES I DON’T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH.
IT AINT THAT BIG OF A BRUISE,…

ROOFTOP’S COLD, AND THEY’RE YELLIN’ AT ME-
BUT IF I’DVE STAYED AT HOME, I BE DEAD OR
IN YOUR ARMS…

TIME AGAIN TO PULL UP A PIECE OF THE FLOOR..
THE SOFTEST SPOT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR..
WEATHERED AND WORN FROM ALL WHO’VE LEFT YOU TO REMAIN…