You unlocked this icebox that I like to call my chest
And you found the piece of me that thawed out later than the rest
Two years after they locked that freezing capsule
And yet somehow you found the key.
I’m sorry I am not as warm as I might appear
With my foolishly long arms, blue eyes and mildly blond hair.
I’ve made a series of mistakes that I have come to rue
And I never would have planned that I would fall in love with you
But I did.
So I will, throw away all of the lessons that I’ve learned
Just so I will not be frozen at the risk of getting burned.
And you’ll say, “Lower your armour please” and sure I might get hurt
But I am my own medic and I’ll heal this wounded heart again
Got to put these biases aside
So I can let someone inside
It’s getting lonely in this icebox, oh my god.
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