Letra de Fix

Falling in love, like in a plastic bag
Suffocating, lungs deprived of air
Have to back off, I have to take care
Not prone to romance, not Byron´s heir.

Here is my heart - take it and explain [how it works]
It has stopped my soul from love
too many times before [too many quirks].

Rumours of hollow shells.
Whispers in my head.

Dismal affairs, like infected scars
Unable to mend, unwilling to open up
Another afternoon in Wayne´s coffee shop
Not trying to love you, but trying to stop.