This is a song for the one that I love I haven?t met them yet But I?m quietly confident Although what if like you said All I?m looking for It doesn?t
I'm not really scared I just like the way that those words sound When they fall from my mouth And I say them to you out aloud Sometimes my hands
Listen, Listen, I?m listening carefully to where exactly you might be, Cause I have had enough waiting, I?ve had enough waiting for you. I?m thinking
And I thought you had ruined it all And I thought you were going to hell And I thought I had ruined it all And I thought I was living in hell But I get
On a boat in the Gulf of Mexico I know, I know it doesn't snow I know, I know where to go In the book by my bed That holds all the maps of places we travel
You?re a fire in my mind But you?re out of bounds (And you?re out of bounds) And that is fine (But that is fine) I don?t know why this started off like
I have nothing new to tell you Since the last time that I wrote But I know with certainty that Your hands will get my notes I don?t need mirrors in the
Well, old post cards are romantic when they?re intact And old postcards are romantically filled of fact. And the ones you have to watch are the ones
well and [You changed this all, you changed this all.] x2 And I didn?t reply to your letter cause, no I didn?t reply to your letter cause [I?m not an
Oh my my, oh my my it has come to this Oh my my, oh my my, it has come to this Well it?s such a small town and what comes always goes around And there
I?m not really scared I just like the way that those words sound when they fall from my mouth and I say them too you louder love Sometimes my hands
Please put on that record again and I will put on that shirt you've been wearing around you've been wearing around it?s times like this I think too much
That bit before you remember Everything you own begins to blend in To bones that ache with things that you can't spell Rearrange beds to make sure thoughts
oh my god you?re a handful and oh my god these hands are so small oh my god I?m a handful and oh my god your hands got so full of me oh so completely
The tick-tock tick-tock of my heart but miss the tick-tock tick-tock on the clock What happens when the battery runs out? The click-clack click-clack
Our favorite game was to count the eyelashes That fell on my cheeks whenever you got a little anxious You said it seems so strange that you can feel all
I have nothing for you Nothing at all, nothing at all My head is bleeding from banging it against this wall Bang it against this wall But what's it all
i know you wanted clouds for company but you got me, you got me. and i could give you grief about the divide that i face every night, it's every night
