In Your Arms

Sing to me a sentimental tune
You know that I can be so silly as the Moon, leave sign

And I tend to make up all these stories
Scary and detrimental scores
While I'm in your arms

Just another Saturday day
I'm sitting on your front porch
And I'm feeling kind of distraught (oh)

'Cause just last night I had a dream
That you were really mad at me
And now my stomach's starting to rot

I've heard some explanations
Dreams are just manifestations
Of reality as you can see
I tend to have these kind of thoughts, huh-ah

Irrationality runs in my blood
And people tend to think I'm emotional and such

So I started journaling and doing yoga and such things
But it's not helping me too much

And now my fever's running high
Time to say goodbye
But in your arms
There's no harm

I think I'm losing it, I'm going crazy
I wrote you these letters to tell you I'm sorry

But I didn't even do anything wrong
Now I'm crying my eyes out while writing this song

Oh, it's stupid and silly and kind of unusual
The way I assume makes me feel so delusional

All of your words transform to my own
It's shifted and misshaped, I feel so alone and now
My fever's running high
I can't breathe and I
Feel like I may die

But in your arms
There's no harm
I love you
I really cannot lie
And I'll do anything
To turn my wrongs to rights