new life goal:
*to survive

it will be a very long time
before i stop thinking of your lips
every time
i hear the word
*"kiss"

You have lived with
this pain, for so long.
The regret, the shame has
kept you from standing strong.  

But it's time to start living,
you have so much to give.
Take my hand, I'll show you
what it means to live.  

And I don't mind,
no I don't mind,
if you need to  
Break down a little,
cry just a little,
Let it all out .......
Let it all out .......  

Let out all the grief
You have lived with this
pain, for so long.
The regret, the shame
has kept you from standing strong.  

But it's time to start living,
you have so much to give.
Take my hand, I'll show you
what it means to live.  

And I don't mind,
no I don't mind,
if you need to  
Break down a little,
cry just a little,
Let it all out .......
Let it all out .......  

Let out all the grief
so you can breathe,
just let it all out.

Let go of the heartache
so you can learn
to breathe again.  

Shout to the heavens
so you can start
to live again.  

Cause I don't mind
no I don't mind
if you need to .  

Break down a little,
cry just a little,
Let it all out .......
Let it all out .......    

In time you'll come to realise,
you're worth so much more.
You deserve better than you've
allowed yourself before.  
Just ............... let it all out.

Let's stay away from the edge of the bed,
Roll inward toward one another
So that we can stay closer together.

Your chest, my head-
You can just be my lover,
Fitting me better than my favorite sweater.

See, the edge of the bed
Is the diving board for all the things
I'd rather not remember.

Some nights, everything I've never said,
All the mistakes, insecurities, faults ring
Through my mind, lighting an ember

That sets fire to things I'd rather forget.
But I don't want these thoughts to bleed and spread-
I don't want to relive all of those best-forgotten thoughts

Because when my mind lets
The memories roll through my head,
I sincerely wish they would just not.

And I don't have to will the memories away
When you're holding me close
In the middle of the night-

The thoughts don't relay
Because I'm too busy feeling myself doze
Off into your arms, until tomorrow's light-

You're holding me from the edge
Where there is no possible opportunity
For whatever lurks beneath my bed

To resurface and climb up my bed post, perch on a ledge
And jump back into my mind; You're my immunity,
You're what keeps it all from reentering my head.

So your fingertips rolling down my spine
And your soft breaths rolling in and out of your mouth
And your body rolling over, closer to me

Is really a barrier that lets me sleep in peace, I've come to find;
I don't have any doubt
That you make me feel as safe as I could be.

Once a writer falls in love with you,
you can't ever die—
we all know the saying.
But what happens, I wonder,
to those who fell in love
but never tried to preserve it
with paper and ink?
Was their love, I wonder,
not as real
as the love that all of us
have written down,
as if the feelings aren't official
until we find an artistic way
to express them in words?

So this one goes out to
all the athletes and the inventors,
to the photographers and the painters
and the musicians and the dancers—
to the encouragers, and the listeners,
and the readers—
to everyone who's ever been in love.
To anyone who's ever found themselves
feeling the same way inside as it feels
when you step into the sun
after spending far too long
in artificial lighting,
or when you feel the breeze again
after far too much air conditioning.

This one goes out to all of you.
To all of *us.
Because no matter how we choose
to express it,
we are the lovers,
and we can never die.