Wait, stop, wait just hold on a minute
Six years ago I was driving home from your house
Now it's fire filled hallways and tears from each finger
I've counted the years, I am six different people now
Valentine, you move your hands like you were wearing mine
All of your hearts are as smooth as shutters
You're as supple to me as a warm little ball of milk
Still, your first compromise was the very first flaw
You won't feel nothing, I'll feel it for us all
Valentine, you move your hands like you were wearing mine