And what’s ironic to me The ones that don’t ever ...

 Scars we carry
Carry with memories, memories burned by the dark

 I don't need nobody but you

 I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.

 Girl, I hope you’re sure, what you’re looking for,
As I’m not good at making promises

 Trzeba słuchać muzyki życia. Większość słucha tylko dysonansów.

 Saw all of the saints, Lock up the gates
I could not enter

 This feeling always gets away
Wishing I could hold on longer

 But don't you play a song about love
When I move my body

 Gdybym mógł zapisać sny
ktoś by mieszkał w nich

 And can't tell you why
Because my brain can't equait it