I say to all my friends that I don't remember your name
But now I'm writing this song, oh it's about your name
You are so hard to reach that I might break my wrist
And I'm just a piece of shit
And you are the smell of peach

When I'm with you I feel so vulnerable
But I like this kind of situation
And I thought this time you would be able
But it's part of my own mind imagination

You don't need to put more gasoline on this
Burn so much but the night still so cold
You bright more than a thousand shades of gold
And you didn't have to kill me this way

Well you found another boy
This wasn't part of my plans
Well I think of you like ten times in the morning
Another thousand at night

You don't need to put more gasoline on this
Burn so much but the night still so cold
You bright more than a thousand shades of gold
And you didn't have to kill me this way

Oh
You are so hard to reach that I might break my wrist
You are so hard to reach that I might, that I might
You are so hard to reach that I might break my wrist
You are so hard to reach that I might, that I might

You don't need to put more gasoline on this
Burn so much but the night still so cold
You bright more than a thousand shades of gold
And you didn't have to kill me this way