My Body Doesn't Have Any Rhythm, You

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

I Have Insecurities Of Course, But I Don't Hang Out With Anyone Who Points Them Out To Me.

Whenever I'm About To Eat Meat I Always See My Little Dog's Eyes.

In The Songs I Can Still Be Really Really Direct But In Interviews When I'm Explaining My Songs I Shouldn't Be So Direct About Who They're About.

The Scars Of Your Love Remind Me Of Us They Keep Me Thinking That We Almost Had It All The Scars Of Your Love They Leave Me Breathless I Can't Help Feeling We Could Have Had It All