Delicate in every way but oneGod knows we like archaic kinds of funChance is the only game I play with, babyWe let our battles choose us.

We're so happy, even when we're smiling out of fear.

We've both got a million bad habits to kick, not sleeping is one. We're biting our nails, you're biting my lip, I'm biting my tongue.

If your dreams don't scare you, they are not big enough.

I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air,So there.

We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves.