Lyrics

The story of my innocence is brief I started early stayed up late to creep Then I was redeemed you gave me everything i need Yesterday denied, tomorrow by your side I'll sleep Save a forest, used my wood Gathered matter, I said she could I said that she could have anything she desired Once she got it she set my little world on fire Memories are made of razor blades even if they're good Standards have a way of being raised till someday what was good is no good And that's good We share a passion I can't mention here Involving solving mysteries anywhere If I was to say I know she couldn't take it on I need a place to hide, somewhere I can bring my thoughts to you And be redeemed And memories are made of razor blades even if they're good Standards have a way of being raised till someday what was good is no good And that's good Ohhhhhooooooooo [repeat]