Wrong Ways

Why does the blue and the brown of two people's eyes mix in my mind
The way it feels warm and how it could never be wrong
But I'm battling my own heart,
It's as cold as winter in the dead of this summer heat
And the way I want to hold on but I'm so close to letting go
And it hurts but I just want you to know, that my heart is delicate
With walls surrounding it, meant to keep the wolves at bay
And these feelings, they have a way of slipping through the gates
And the way they flow onto the pages of every messed up love story ever made
And how I'm in love with all the wild things
And I fall in all the wrong ways;
Too fast and too hard
And my world could easily fall apart
I can't sleep when everything is on my mind
And it can never just hit me one thing at a time
Dreams are symbolic but not mine
Or else it would be love that I couldn't even bet a dime on
Because I'd end up broke every time
I could get played like somebody's playing cards
But don't get me wrong I'm a player with this last half of my heart
Because the other side was broken when too many guys traded and passed me around like a ten dollar token
And all of them were cigar smokin' and they put the ashes on my skin
Left me vulnerable so the world could see my every sin