It's really over. You made your stand. You got me crying. As was your plan. But when my loneliness is through. I'm gonna find another you. . You take your sweaters.
Lightning strikes. Inside, my chest to keep me up at night. Dream of ways. . To make you understand my pain. Clouds of sulfur in the air. . Bombs are falling everywhere.
check your pulse. its proof that you're not listening to. the call your life's been issuing you. the rhythm of a line of idle days. . scared of the world outside you should go explore.
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends. Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been. Then you come on crashing in. Like the realest thing.
Now that we are over as the loving kind. We'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive. Only when we want is not a compromise. I'd be pouring tears into your drying eyes.
Young and full of running. tell me where is that taking me?. just a great figure eight. or a tiny infinity?. . love is really nothing. but a dream that keeps waking me.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart. The waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down onto your knees. And for a moment you can hardly breathe.
It's just the strangest thing. I've seen your face somewhere. An early evening dream. A past-life love affair. . Do you know me at all?. Do you know me at all?.
Still is the life. Of your room when you're not inside. All of your things tell the sweetest story line. Your tears on these sheets. And your footsteps are down the hall.
I never liked this apple much. It always seemed too big to touch. I can't remember how I found. My way before she came around. . I tell everyone. I smile just because.
One, two. One, two, three. . Born and raised. Locks of brown, streets of gray. I was brought up in brighter days. It's good to say, "Now I'm born and raised".
Now and then I pace my place. I can't retrace how I got here. I cheat the light to check my face. It's slightly harder than last year. . And all at once it gets hard to take.
This is a call to the colorblind. This is an IOU. Stranded behind a horizon line. Try to be something true. . Yes, I'm grounded. Got my wings clipped.
Back to you. It always comes around, back to you. I tried to forget you, I tried to stay away. But it's too late. . Over you. I'm never over, over you.
Just when I had you off my head. Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed. You say you wanna try again. But I've tried everything but giving in.
Close your eyes and clone yourself. Build your heart an army. To defend your innocence. While you do everything wrong. . Don't be scared to walk alone.
I am an architect. Of things that haven't happened yet. I can't believe a month is all it's been. You know my paper heart. The one I filled with pencil marks.
I'm writing you to. catch you up on places I've been. You held this letter. probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it. didn't have a camera by my side this time.
I've these dreams I'm. Walking home. Home when it used to be. And everything is. As it was. Frozen in front of me. . Here I stand. 6 feet small. romanticizing years ago.