There's mold on the windowsills, and moths in the cupboards. Money's too tight, I grind my teeth overnight, but I can press my face against your back, and fall asleep just like that. In the morning I can breathe in still moments, and see them for what they are without thinking on what plagued my youth. I have the hardest time opening up, I think I've written all about it before, but with you its about as easy as i think it could be. I'm starting to feel small again [this is a happy lyric].