Three strikes and you're out.
Be careful where you step.
This heart was carved from thin ice.
Don't gamble on me,
I'm worth more than your dice.

Right now,
It seems
our lives
Are comprised
Of few "hellos"
And short "Goodbyes"

"Byes" aren't good
I cannot stand them
The bright hello
Becomes so dim

But...

I'd rather say bye
A thousand times
If it meant
Your arms
Could hold me more.

My eyelids are heavy
But you said resistance is futile
My mind is slowly drifting
But you are the ocean
My thoughts have floated miles in
But you cannot here me
My head is only loud inside
But I'll speak loud one day
Because you said resistance is futile.

It's snowing.
Maybe that is why you did not call.
It's Tuesday.
Maybe you've got your back against a wall.
It hurts.
That I can only guess.
It's annoying.
My heart is such a mess.

I think your soul walked in one day,
he walked into my heart.
Way back in the summer haze,
when we strolled around the park.
Normally I'd make him leave,
my ribs are not hospitable.
But he was no guest at all, you see,
he made himself so comfortable.
Stranger still, he found my soul
even in her hiding.
As if he knew right where to look,
and she put up no fighting.
Instead she made a place for him
and wanted him to stay.
Because she knew that day they met,
she'd never want him far away.

It's rushing through my veins
 Speeding up a slower pulse
  It only causes pain
   When I know I can't get close
    I try to block it out
     Try and keep it far away
      But I hear Satan breathing
       And black and white turns grey
        Desire is like honey
         It runs thicker than my blood
          I'd try and stop the bleeding
           But on my own I'm not that good

They say absence makes the heart grow
fonder dear, fonder of the one who's gone.
So this is me wondering, has your heart grown?

Cause 6 weeks ago I might have held your hand
And 6 weeks ago I thought I'd understand
Where my heart would be but I think it's separate from me
It couldn't stand to leave ole' Birmingham

I'll tell myself I'm doing fine.
I'm doing fine but I'm writing rhymes
about your eyes and how they shine.
Do mine shine for you too?
Cause writing rhymes ain't anything,
I do about the ones that mean something.
You mean something to me.

Cause 6 weeks ago I might have held your hand
And 6 weeks ago I thought I'd understand
Where my heart would be but I think it's separate from me
It couldn't stand to leave ole' Birmingham

I guess time crept up on me and you did too.
Now I'm left feeling I'm wearing two left shoes.
Yes, yes I missed you.
They say absence makes the heart grow
fonder dear, fonder of the one who's gone.
So this is me wondering, has your heart grown?