2:22 I wanna tear you apart I wanna see right through you Wishfully take a step into a new environment with you crawling where creatures once crept I'm so understood I'm so overexposed My fountain pen could exasperate the dreams I chose A bad disease underneath our beds Awful tenderness softening our heads Three good hopes and a mood to select I'm a country, I'm a jealous boy for you Your us, your correct. -Chris