Summer is cool in this apartment
We talk about tomorrow in the glow of the kitchen
And everything is going so nicely
When I mishear a misstep and I bare my teeth
And the shock is in his eyes
And I know we both feel it
But we won't give it breath
'Cause I was born with claws
And I swear I've been trying
But you still follow me and I will
Spend my whole life filing down these edges
Till my sword arm finally relaxes
It'll be five years in November
He kindly doesn't say
That sometimes I still stalk like a thing that's been cornered
Like we're at the killing stroke
No closer than
Strangers fighting on a front line
No history, only ultimatums
I tear apart the fabric
Pulling on a single ugly thread
And I will
Spend my whole life filing down these edges
Till my sword arm finally relaxes
Till I sleep with both eyes closed
And his arms around me
Love as love
Instead of a turncoat waiting
I will spend my whole life filing down these edges
Love, teach me to soften
Love, teach me to soften
Love, teach me to soften
I will spend my whole life filing down these edges
Till my sword arm finally relaxes
Till I sleep with both eyes closed
And his arms around me
Love as love
Instead of a turncoat waiting
I will spend my whole life filing down these edges
Love, teach me to soften