Nights like these make miracles seem like a bunch of ****.
When everything feels out of reach and the right one is in his.
That's when it hits like a ton of bricks.
We were little, we were losers
and only liars, never lovers.
Our exaggeration needs no explanation,
I see what you want to get from this.
Congratulations for my aggravation,
I'll try to ignore your ignorant bliss.
Everything you wanted from me
was everything I wanted to be.
Now I just want to be home,
but there's no place like that any more.
All I have is alone, you know,
I feel like there really is no front door.

I can't see straight without you in my sight
and I can't be late to see how you are tonight.
I've got a great feeling that this is just right,
you have to relate to feeling what I feel like.

somehow convince you
that it's worth your time,
but what can I do?

Trying to get close to something golden,
and maybe I can get a grip on your clues.
Since you keep dropping subtle hints
instead of simply letting them slip through.

Once I have it,  I'll always hold it
I could get completely lost in this moment.
Most of my life was cold and lonely,
I stand before you, words frost bit and frozen.

Wanting more than what you've sold me,
I'll gladly pay with something golden
for you to forever be my one and only,
I'll say "I love you" loud and boldly.

I got you, something golden.
I got you, something golden.

Never cheats at games,

she screams my name,

she'll seize the day,

I'll feel the pain.

She dreams the same

as she does everything

the most peculiar way.



Wouldn't greet the strange,

she gets her say,

she never pays.

I don't feel so great.

She leaves, not stays,

but, God, she even prays

the most peculiar way.



Why would she ever change...

the most peculiar way?

What if the stars were only ours to stare into?
How many of them there are and we're so few.
If they are soley reflected light off the spark in your eyes,
I swear on my life I would not be at all surprised.
And it might be a reminder that there's just us two.
How many of them there are and we're so few.
Makes me remember how far away I am from you.
Miles of them between us that I can't see through.
Decisions I can't make, is it too early, is it too late?
Infinitely they do go on, give or take, it seems to be somewhat true.
Isn't it just funny how many of them there are, yet we're so very few?

Neck and neck,
when knee high in problems,
I've got your back,
and we, I think, can solve them.

I'll never lie,
but sometimes I'll be joking.
I hope you laugh,
without that life means nothing.

And If you cry,
let it please be on my shoulder,
can't lead my life
and leave my princess broken.

The stress in time
may bring me down to nothing,
but with your love,
to get through I'll keep shoving.

Passed obstacles,
a past filled with regret and dreams-
of how we could
last always, forever be.

Don't wonder why
if I seem any colder,
know deep inside
this guy is still your lover.

No chores this time,
no more, what's yours is mine this week.
You I adore,
so pass the ***** laundry.

Pass the soap,
the dishes too are coming clean.
And if you go,
know right here I'll be waiting.

Here by the door,
each day for the same girl,
to let you know,
remind you, you're my angel.

And it's worthwhile,
your smile, I'd never let it go.
Cheek to cheek,
I breathe to always love you so.

With a book by a window lie wisdom and beauty between walls.
A steady grip on what would lay open in hand,
meaning clear as day as light shines in, she always takes a stand.
Blurred by what nightfall brings,
realizing two deafening and definite things that you will never be:

Fully understood in words
or something through which I can see.
Never in my arms to read
or even by a window within my reach.

Contradicting the concept of living,
the list of your simplicities goes on and on.
The first red apple sitting at the beginning,
linear, the list of your simplicities.

I see you as a pool of water.
Touch it and it waves, do anything and it waves.
Say something and you wave.
Clueless, your simplicities go on and on, like an apple.