You stopped cutting your skin so you're cutting your ties now, to help you feel strong but you're just feeling alone and the things that you feel just make your heart sink like a stone.

If it's hard to relate it's because you don't have enough time. So you sit there in school and get drunk off of cheap wine. And you're not feeling loved so you wonder who will sleep with you tonight.

And since the last time, I don't think I can stand you. You play my guitar and sing hallelujah. You won't look at me twice and I think it's alright if you just say good bye for now.

You went off to college and followed in her foot steps. Blank stare and things best left unsaid. You never said "so long." You just left it all instead.

I'm concerned about my general disposition towards things like life and death and apathy. And how I can't seem to care about the future. And about how much the past is affecting me.

And I can't stop thinking about how the people that surround us stop and think of me. I can hear their whispered voices talking and I wonder if they can sense the worst in me.

It's the first of the month and end of the year now.
As I lay in my bed and think about how,
Everything that I've held on to just keeps on slipping away.

So I'll keep holding to these: letters and keepsakes.
And all of the car rides, missed stares, and mistakes.
Anything at all to keep me from falling off the edge.

So if you're getting lonely, I'll come by to see you.
And if you can wait, I've got lots to tell you.
Flower in hand and heart bleeding on my sleeve.

And if I'm choking on words, it's because I don't have the right ones.
Not in a million poems, stories, or love songs.
Oh well, I guess I'll just leave here like it was.

It's funny how time has a way of changing things but it never changed the way I felt about you.

And oh, how everything about our relationship seemed to be hopelessly lost. And how the ending had to be, inevitably, tragic.

It was obvious that no amount of ink, nor paper, would suffice in any effort to hold us together. No notebook of words to define or describe ( or attempt to) the feelings both mutual and unshared would have ever been enough.

And so now letters sit, piling up, in notebooks and on countertops. Inside desk drawers and in trunks of cars and trash cans. The poetry trickles slowly on to paper or phone messages.

And if it's true that I wasn't enough or that you weren't the right one anyway, then I guess there's nothing to be sore at; neither of us can shoulder the blame.

I suppose, in the end, everything falls apart.

I did.

If there is one thing of which I am sure, of which I know,
Is that if love suffers at all then it suffers alone.

We sit in lonely isolation

Myself in a van in a town across lines dividing states.
And you might be seated in a class room. In a city far away from me.

I can feel a strange indifference.
If you can too then it's a shame.

We lie in broken desperation.

In cold beds with no regard to how this works out.
I traded all my fears and aspirations. The way I see it, I don't need them anyway.

I can see a bit more clearer.
I wonder how this life works out.

I can say it won't mean much to me.

We die in empty desolation.

With broken hearts and heads riddled with unease.
We spoke in whispered conversation. Filled with regret and apathy.

You never seemed to listen.
But maybe that was me.

Standing on bridges,
Feeling something I don't know how to explain.
Seeing headlights,
And taillights disappearing around curves.

Hearing how the overpass sings to me
Of hope and forgiveness, quiet contemplation.

These conversations aren't working.

It's distressing to find out all my friends are strangers.

How long might this last before
The future now becomes my past?

When old men's thoughts are wasted
Because the love they never tasted

Makes all of our lives splinter
Like a tree in the mid winter

And the cold frost comes to cover
My heart that some how loves her

I wish that I could tell you
Of all my love that has befell you

Once again I feel like exploding
Tear it up before it lets me down
Inside out and I never feel like trying
I hate it more than you will ever need to know

Borderline and thoughts written in margins
It's not enough to get me through today
Always thinking I haven't got enough time
Hard to believe it's only a lifetime away

Oh I looked for something better,
but these lines; they were so bitter.
I find that self-destruction is the latest trend on Twitter.

I spoke a word too soon it seems,
Expressing my pity and my doubt.
Isn't it a pity that your pity
Was your only way out?

Your words still echo in my head
So long after they were said.
Well after all their meaning has been spent
But they're still searching for a way out.

Serpent tongued thieves
Were sowing seeds of insecurity
With their silver lined whispering.
Painting silver all our self doubt

This sound is filling up my ears
Your eyes are flooding up with tears
Our lives are weighing down with years
But this place has always stood still here

You always said these people jeer
And make excuses year to year
But I'll keep smiling ear to ear
Because you're in this place, still here

My head is playing out these fears
I'm getting left out by my peers
I'm seeing shadows in the mirror
But you're always in my heart, dear

It feels like I'm choking on this air
Every time that you are near
You turn around and you can't hear
That I'm glad that you're still here

So close your eyes, and I swear this won't be goodbye
Good night

Good bye

We don't know what we don't know
We're not reliant on the fallacy of tomorrow
We're not reliant on, relying on tomorrow
We're not reliant on, relying on, we're lying

What's the difference between beauty and poetry?
Is the latter an expression of the former's reality?

Is it poetry if one is simply rhyming things?

When things are even, is it symmetry?
Or is it poetic assembly?

Is it possible to enjoy each individually,
As a separate entity?
Or is there a relationship between them,
A mutual duality?

Does it make a difference anyway?

Diamonds mean nothing to the gleam that's in your eyes.
Stars don't shine as bright and they fall right out of the sky.

And though it's clear, my dear, that the smile still fades away.
You're off to better things but we'll meet again some day.

I saw the world burn but still you stayed the same.
A source of comfort as I slowly went insane.
Eight years and counting and it's still you on my mind.
I've kept it hidden, but I'd say it all this time.

I would say I love you.
Won't you say the same?
I would say I love you,
But I hate you anyway.

Won't you come home and save me from tomorrow?
I've become so numb, won't you come and save me

The view from here is hard to feel.
An empty presence, no breath to steal.
White knuckles grip steering wheel
Taking me far away from here

I remember cold hard stares
They were making it hard to care
I swore that I'd always be there
And I can still recall the screaming on the stairs

Don't you miss the old me?
The old me wouldn't ever be.
What a waste of anything.

If I couldn't lie again
I would never have a friend.
Here I am, so hear my plea

Call the play. We'll burn the sea.
Breaking bones and I can see
Nameless fears I can't believe

We're losing sight of you and me
Rebel fist sink into teeth.
Golden hearts; they cease to beat

I was born in silence, bored of me.
If only death can set you free...

What kind of life is in store for me?

Always saying the wrong things at the right time

Or the right things at the wrong time

And I've ran through these conversations in my head.
Thought about every word and breath.

And how I could have somehow failed to mention that:

Dear, I love you.

And if it's not
Love

Then maybe it's something greater.

And perhaps it is.
Perhaps

It is

I am bothered by the slaughter
That her hands had cost her.

"I swear this time
Is the last time."

I'll brood in quiet contemplation
Waves of indifference wash over me
I've been sitting on this cracking pavement
Bored to tears but still brimming with apathy.

I'm not choking on ambition
I'm not feeling a ******* thing

What pain can a death bring?
I'm not talking about life
Or those petty little heartbeats.

But rather when some one leaves us.
Breaks our trust and betrays us.
Shatters faith. Destroys heart strings.

Is it enough to bother?
I am smothered.

I am dying a death, supernatural.

I'm drowning in self doubt.
I'm choking on ashes.

If anger is a demon then hatred is another.
They tear at my rib cage. Shredding my insides.
They rip out my heart, replace it with nothing.

I  am nothing.
And nothing is I.

We both want to point fingers. We refuse to take blame. We adamantly deny it. And in this sense, we are both the same.

But there are motions in our sickness
   (Or rather sickness in our motions)
Indecent murmurs of our shame
But the murmurs stay just murmurs so we can play our little game.

Of facade.
Of charade.
Of telephone lines.
Razor blades.

Emotion.
Commotion.

We walk
Down the
Sidewalk until
The concrete
Runs out

I'm a drop out, working full-time
But I never had a doubt that you would save me
You never saved me, now I'm worn out

Of this empty town, of this tired frown
Oh, please forgive me

So I'm shouting from rooftops, and at the top of my lungs
And bottom of my heart, "Get it up, get it up, get it up
Don't let me down"

So I'm shouting from rooftops
But no one seems to hear
No body ever cares
So what, we all fall apart
At the top of my lungs
From the bottom of my heart
But not even echoes respond

Working nights now, sleeping all of the day
Laugh myself to bitterness, can I sleep myself to death yet?

You torture my brain, driving me so insane
But you can't do this to me.

Her eyes told me a story
Of lost faith and deception
But she could calmly tell me
It was a common misconception

And she said it didn't matter
It was her body he was after
You see, attention is attention
And she never got it from her daddy

Oh god we've heard it all before
We look just fine, hearts are worn
Oh god we've heard it all before
We look just fine, our lives are torn

His eyes tell me a story
Of losing love and failure
He says he's doing fine and
That he can't be any better

But I think that he's crashing
And he is void of passion
You know compassion's not compassion
If it's only trend or fashion

Ever since you told me
"I've been losing sleep"
I just want you to know
I've prayed for rainstorms twice a week

And I know you never listen
And I know you won't care
And I know you don't believe in love
And probably never will

I know you never listen
Please tell me that you're listening
I've loved you just enough for this to end up in a tragedy.

But I can't help but wonder
If there's anything else there
Besides a girl with a broken heart
And a head full of despair

And if she wants someone to save her
If she wants someone to care
Then she can always come to me
Cause I'll always be there

You see, it used to be therapeutic. Writing. But I guess it's just like any other high. You get used to it, and then it stops being enough to help you cope with what you're trying to cope with in the first place. And I don't even know what I was coping with anyway. All I know is that it's not working anymore. Not like it used to. I forge beautiful language and it's not enough to keep me from thinking of my own impending self destruction. Am I going to take a turn too fast or maybe not at all? Or just crawl in my room and live out the rest of my life with no interaction period? I'm pretty close to that in the first place, I think. Even the music isn't enough. Not to cover up the lies that are force fed to me. They say they won't betray me or leave me. That we will always be friends and that no matter what. No matter what. And they all lied. And maybe I'm just complaining for nothing. And maybe it's just a pity party, but I don't think it is. I just feel so deeply and I'm exhausted from it. So yes. There's not many pieces I've written that aren't about you. And fewer still that weren't for you. I never kept anything if I didn't think you would like it. Which is why most things I write even still don't have curse words. Those that do I deemed the word critical and unacceptable to replace with a more blasé word. So.... I don't know why I did this. But I guess it is in some ways disgustingly therapeutic. My poems betray me. They were always yours anyway.

Washed away by the waves of the vast sea,
I cannot help but to go with it, after all it’s only me.
In this world filled with life, an uncomfortable truth.
We cry in silent desperation, a different kind of youth.

We’re all self-aware, we see you standing there.
Nothing really matters if you never really care.
You want to have your peace, all your security.
You’d stay inside warm, while other people freeze.

So take a look around, what is it you're about?
Do you find you stand for nothing? You’re on falling ground.
So look outside, I dare you to look me in the eye.
Tell me with all your conviction that you’re really right

If hope is for the naïve, hold on to naivety.
If you really want to change something, you’ve got to believe.
But instead I see you there, so fine without a care.
You’re never going to change nothing a blank television stare

I swore not to leave you
But now I don't know you
What changed you so drastically?

Was it lies by your bedside?
A glimpse of the inside
A shadow remains of once was

Torn from my own mind
Lived in my own life
Succumbing to faith I don't have

Was it all in the season?
Did it have any reason?
Would you swear on your life for me now?

A fire extinguished
You've become so distinguished
But who can you say you are when?

A life held at arm's length
A soul on it's short leash
Go on and cut it all free

No one will miss it
This day, go and kiss it
Maybe you'll bring back a smile

A walk on the lone mile
Your heart isn't on trial
Only the brains you once had

War of this same kind
Found in your own mind
Casting a bright light it's own

All fresh red roses
Alone at the window
Will wilt if you don't keep care

It's not so bad outside
But who know's what is inside?
A darkness that hides our true self

What's beneath our faces
A soul... ever tasteless
What's going on inside your head?

This rain never ending
This world ever sinning
One day I'll burn it all down

Your lack of real thinking
Your brain's always shrinking
Your own box is all you'll ever have

This life that's misleading
The trek that we're treading
Where will it all end and how?

This line begs a question
What's our destination?
Were we there before we ever left?

All these midnight hours, I'm still alive
Catching fuzzies passing before my eyes
There's no great idea here, no! No metaphor
I'm catching fuzzies because I am bored

I have yet to catch one, no, not tonight
I'm catching fuzzies just to waste my time
The world passes me by, thinks I'm insane
I'm catching fuzzies, so I can't complain

Tired and frustrated, in all sincerity
I'm catching fuzzies to avoid humanity
The status quo of humans makes no kind of sense
I'm catching fuzzies to retain my innocence

Do something productive, tell me lots of lies
I'm catching fuzzies, instead of taking lives
Everyone lives with too much regret
I'm catching fuzzies just to prove what I have left

We need something to hold on to
So we don't have to forget
I tried to catch a fuzzy
But it slipped through my fist

My eyelids paint a picture that I just can't recognize
I thought at first that it was you. But it was sorrow in disguise.

We're buying cheap regrets like cigarettes in the name of a love that we would just forget. And everything I ever said was everything I ever meant.

From spelling bees to drama queens. Could we serve no purpose in between? Everybody's standing still with all eyes on me.

And I say 'Everybody's doing fine. It's salt and vinegar in time. You can lay your head and you can weep but we both know you'll never sleep.'

Now these lazy days will fade away, victims of lonely razor blades. Slashing through our only hopes and glory fades away and I say

Beautiful metaphor, how you've saved my life a thousand times before but when will we ever realize we're self absorbed?

You know:

I started reading about self harm.

And I found that it was the only thing that broke my heart- my scarred and bruised heart was finally broken.

My heart swelled and gushed and broke for you.

And all those gashes.

How the skin swelled. Blood gushed.

How you broke.

And especially how you would lie. And say you're fine. Until your depression forced the truth from your lips.

And I remember all those bracelets. All those things to hide your wrists. And how twloha was seemingly permanently engrained on your arms.

And I remember thanking god that it wasn't from a blade dug into your skin. And how it was funny and ironic because I didn't believe in him then.

But I kept your secret for all these years. And I hope you're doing better.

I pray that you are.

And if you aren't..?
    Well, I guess you'd never tell me.

Not anymore.


And you see:

That's why I'm bitter. Why I'm angry. Why I'm hurt.

Just tell me honestly that you're fine and don't you dare tell me a lie.

Cause I was there.

And I remember.

And I still think about it all the time.


And believe me when I say that it has consumed me.

It affects the way I write.
And what I say.
And how I meant it.

It's about the only thing I write.

Words like: scars. Wrists. Etched. Carved.

See. I'm a liar if I say I still don't think about you all the time.

I've never felt so alone, afraid, and uncertain
Pulling shades on the windows and closing the curtains
Leave no trace of a shadow for a shadow of doubt
I think that I'm crazy and I want the hell out.

It's haunting that she stands there with that look on her face. It reminds me of the last time you'd stood in that place.

It's haunting that we drive through the darkest parts of town. Like you and I used to when you were still around.

I find the tears in your eyes just a little bit daunting. Don't get me wrong. You know nothing can stop me. I know my words seem harsh but my eyes speak softly. Come on dear, don't you want to come haunt me?

It's haunting that she stands and she's frozen in place. It reminds me of you faking that smile on your face.

It's haunting that we drive through every traffic light. Like you and I used to when you were still alive

Who could have known that when we saw last would be your last? Who could have known that some sunny days can't last forever now?

So tell me just what were we thinking? So indestructible as this. Without definition. Like puppets on a string held up for what?

So I sing a song of mourning. Morning comes, morning comes. And I think I still see a smile. You're never gone.

And I know that these things will never be the same. And I know that I'll never see you at the games. I'll see you at the gates.

Sing for the living; don't mourn for the dead.

We don't know where we went wrong but we keep pushing on and on and on.

No more life.
No serenity.
No more peace of mind.

Nothing to stop this argument or put things back in line.

I've been dreaming under forgotten stars and I've heard it all before.

Only lies.
No sincerity.
And old forgotten friends.

Lifeless life I've left for dead.

All means to my end.

Burning fire set me free. I'm burning bridges once again.

You're choking on stress and everything much less than that but you'll never listen cause you're never wrong.

We know you're not stupid but you like to pretend you are. So if you're playing dumb then we'll play along.

And when the winter comes then it gets hard to breathe. And when the spring arrives, it won't mean much to me. Cause summer's way too long. I know fall's just a waste of time. I'm starting to believe that, baby- you're a waste of mine.

We know what you're thinking- that nothing will ever happen. But we'll keep on writing and singing these songs.

We know that you're smirking in shadows of a shadow of doubt. But you keep on laughing. And we'll laugh along.

I've been killing time and dreaming up nightmares and pretending that I don't care that you're gone though you meant everything.

You've been dreaming easy and killing off your fears. You're not faking a smile this time. You can shine through almost anything.

So alone since the moment you left dear. And I won't see you 'til next year. By the way I wrote a song for you.
The line is in the dirt and I think that I could cross it. Times' short, so make the most of it. Now that you're here, it's so unreal to me.

I've been counting scars like stars in the night sky. And watching life passing me by. I can't care when you're not around.

Your scars are fading out and stars shine brighter. Still you question all your self doubt. Don't you know it's not worth anything?

I close my eyes and cover my ears and start the screaming. For what it's worth all of my pleas are incoherent.

And I'm trying. Maybe I'm dying. I can fake a broken heart as a symptom.
And I'm hoping that you're choking on all your dreams and aspirations.

And I know you're not the one.
And you know I'm not the one.
And I know you're not the one I'm looking for.

I fell in love here. I'm getting old dear. I was talking to myself about nothing.
I am gone now. So, so long now. And you're nodding off to sleep in the morning.

I was dreaming. So please forgive me. Because I know not a single thing can ever last.

And we're crying. Maybe we're dying. And we can't care enough to even care now

Now the world is changing
And lives, they fall apart
But we can not fix this
If we don't know where to start

We weave these words of kindness
Pretend to understand
We claim to show compassion
But lend no helping hand

I'm on my way to save the world
A world I can see, a world I can touch
I'm not dying for ideals, no
I'm dying for what I love

We walk with eyes half open
Minds closed, refuse to see
Hope is hard to come by
In a world of bitter dreams

We sit on thrones of ashes
With knives behind our backs
We offer out false friendship
It's brotherhood we lack

I'm on my way to save the world
I refuse to change my mind

I've got a name, but I'm known by a number
All of my life, controlled by computers
Bottom half, but I say it's an error
We're just a number, our lives just don't matter

She has a name, but the doctor won't see her
She doesn't exist, until she shows that number
15%, but she won't accept it
The doctor gave up, just because of a number

A person just died
Their name's in the paper
Some people just died
They became just a number
Am I the only one
Who sees something wrong with the picture
I know that it's wrong
But we're all just statistics!

All of our lives, we long to be different
We never will, we're all part of statistics
Names, they mean nothing
Lives, they mean nothing
God, he means nothing when you're known by a number.

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Say good bye to heart break because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So when your mom comes home, you don't have to lie.

I saw a dead stare in your eyes. Shot in hand and a beer can littered life now.
A dull laugh etched upon your face. Seems you've left without a single trace now.

You thought you had it figured out.
    You had no idea what we're about.
Can you even recall what I'm saying?

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Say good bye to heart break because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So when I come by, you don't have to lie.

You spilled your guts, I couldn't care. You thought that I would always be there waiting.
It's such a shame to call you friend. I always thought that this would have a bitter end.

You were nowhere to be found
    No one picked you up when you fell down.
Can you even remember what I was saying?

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Cigarettes and ******* because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So when the cops come by, you don't have to lie.

Baby, you're a deadweight
And you only bring me down. Say hello to good byes cause this time we're not messing around.
And when we wake up, we'll wish you'd stayed home last night. The medics came. We're swear you almost died.

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Say good bye to heart break because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So won't you please come home? Please come home tonight.

Baby, you're a lightweight.
And you've been gone for far too long. And you never came home.

So I guess I'll say so long.

You took my compassion and warped it.
Yeah, you bent it.
Broke it out of recognition.

Left it crumbling on back seats.
Oh, in crutches.
Rotting on top of church benches.

You don't even have to know.

I told you I'd never be angry.
I'm not angry.
Just a bit infuriated.

You tell me that I never listen.
God, I listen.
You're just talking circles around me.

You never say you're sorry.
Sorry I'm not sorry.
You never had to say "I told you so"

You don't even have to know.
No, you don't know.
You don't have to, I told you so.

You don't know.

"When we die, do we die alone?"
And the word caught in my throat when I said no
Cause I knew that I was lying just to ease the pain of passing
But she's the one who left me all alone

Yeah, she's the one who left me all alone

And she sang, "Whoa! It's time for me to go.
I've been hanging 'round too long
And you gotta let me go."

"Just let me go"

And I know she saw disappointment in my eyes,
But she closed her own and said her last goodbyes

I guess she got me all along

And I sang, "Whoa! I've got to I've been choking on these words from long ago."

Burning fire set me free.
You know I'm burning out for this.

And we both sang, "Whoa! I've got to go.
I've been waiting for too long. I let you go."

"Yeah, we waited for too long we let each other go.
Yeah, we waited for too long we let each other go."

Yeah, I waited for too long and now you're gone.

We sat in half lit empty corners in the basements of friends' houses
Wondering where these thoughts would take us, but they only brought me down
I feel an emptiness now, I felt that same emptiness then
We sang of all our petty anger that we thought would never end

But see, I've shouted out from rooftops, and at the top of my lungs
Spitting blood and venom from the most poisonous of tongues
We felt our sudden death encroaching, felt it pushing us aside
Dragging us by our wrist, and setting love on fire

We're burning down the lie we've been believing that we're never burning out

We're breaking bones, but we're not dying, breaking hearts but we're not crying
Breaking down, we're breaking out, we're breaking free from our desires We're ******* up, we're getting ******, but I know we're not giving up
Not giving in, we're spitting in the face of faith, love and denial

We were waiting for a life time for a life well worth our time
But all we found were shades of gray in the corners of our minds
And so we hung ourselves from nooses as we were falling from the stars Crying out to heaven, screaming, “God, here we are.”

But I could swear He wasn't listening, I could swear He wasn't there
I was left quietly alone, alone in my despair

And so the prayers: they turned to silence, and that silence turned to anger
And my anger wore a bitter heart, and my bitter heart wore all my anger
So I fell away from hoping, and all my friends were strangers
And I knew that I was empty, and so stopped looking for the answers

And so we keep waltzing in, walking out, and hardly keeping up with our lives. And I can't say it's fair to you or to me but when we talk we're really just sitting quiet. Like the damage was done and then healed but left us scarred and alone. Are we so disfigured from this relationship that it will keep us so afraid of love?

And when that love turns to hate or just disdain and maybe apathy, can we keep it all quiet and think "this surely isn't happening." To me, my friends, and my life, and the ground beneath me all are shattering. And if you're feeling the same, can we be missing out on everything?

Why is it always this way between the people who care and myself and all these walls I place? Why can't I look you in the eye and say you matter but my actions aren't reacting straight?

And so you'll say your goodbyes after waltzing in, you're walking out. Don't keep touch.

I'm feeling like the hero in a Salinger book
Dodging your questions and all your ***** looks.

And when you turn the next page
I'll wish things'd stayed the same.
Between the lines about last year
And this year's opening phrase.

Every feeling I've carved
In with a pen
Dragged across paper
And threw in the trash bin.

What a waste of my time
Can I please waste yours?
I'm sitting on front steps
And knocking on back doors.

It's a perfect day for bananafish
It's a perfect day to feel alive
It's a perfect day for bananafish
It's a perfect night

And at times,
I feel like I've changed.
Learned all my lessons
And shouldered all the blame.

But I know,
It's a feeling short lived.
I'll give up the ghost
And let bitterness sink in.

And I'm sure
By the end of the night,
I'll have plans to call you
But those plans just won't feel right.

It's a thing
I know I'll regret
But you'll get married next year,
so I might as well forget.

Raise high the roofbeam, carpenters
We'll make the house come crashing down
Raise high the roofbeam, carpenters
I'm bringing it down

There's a laziness with which you speak
There's an apathy
That seems so easy
Ambition is not part of your routine

We're not looking for excuses
     We're not looking for anything at all
We're not waiting for the end of times to be
Cause we're feeling restless
Feeling desperate
Can you feel this yet?

You lie awake at night counting sheep
Through bloodshot eyes; are you feeling weak?
There's a world outside of this
And it's crumbling quickly

I must have reread your letter about a couple dozen times
In my car with the air on and two windows down.
You said you'd taken my jacket and shouldn't leave my car unlocked.
You said people like you would come around, but I think maybe not enough.
And I love driving recklessly all across the town
And some'd say its a waste of gas and time, but it's not a waste of mine
And I love it when you're next to me telling me stories of your life
I love it even more when it's the half a millionth time
I would trade in all my old regrets for all of your secrets
And I would give you my whole heart if you'd take care of it
And I think about you often in the middle of the of night
I wonder every moment if I, too, am on your mind