colin kissed hannah instead
and i was nate's second choice
i found out about joe too late
and carson puked on my shoes
wyatt was the first everything
and louis was only a phone call
slade didn't care about my heart
and maklin shouldn't have

you were so much less, so much more
and i know because
it hurts when
i try to write your name.

Oh Dear God, Holy Deity,
My Virginity,
I Lost In The Back Seat Of Forever
I Was On The Ninth Cloud
Back Flat On My Suede Couch
With The Volume Down Low,
Watching Some Cartoon Show,
We Were Kids Back Then.
Fifteen,
With Large Dreams,
Our Future Looking Bright
Baby, It Just Felt Right
On that Night
December Eleventh,
Didja Even Mean It,
Darling?
These Old Salt Wounds Are Scarring.

Remember the war.
You remember the war
of 1994?
When you struggled with yourself,
And left your dreams in a jar on a shelf
Collecting dust and grime
Stuck in a corner in the back on the right.
Remember when you fought yourself?
Trying to decide whether or not you needed help.
Trying to decide who you loved more
You or him, the terrible war of 1994.
Remember the war
Blood and gore
Spread across your face like war paint
And you screamed out your battle cry
For hours on until day became night
His words like bullets hitting your chest
Spitting out nails to conquer what was left
Both sides tried their best
To win something that was never really addressed
Blackmailing each other with things that were never confessed.
What a mess,
The war of 1994.

Alabama, you’ve got some bad memories for me.
Not because I’ve been there, because I haven’t,
Because where he’s from, he lived there with you, you see.
He brings me joy and pain and love and hate,
And you remind me of him, and it’s nothing against you, really,
I try not to discriminate, but it’s really hard,
When this boy really broke my heart.

I'm happiest when you're here.
And I'm devastated when you're not. 
Wrapped in your arms, I have no fear.
I'm home.
Without you, I feel cold and alone.
Do you feel the same?
Does your tongue tingle when you say my name?
My stomach ties itself tight.
And the butterflies that are trapped begin to fight.
I could love you through the night and all day. 
I wish you could stay.
Stay here with me.
That would be the dream. 
You and I, 
Living the rest of our days, 
Knowing that there will never be another love like ours.

There are nights when I cried so much I thought I'd wilt,
That all the colour would drain from me,
That all the life in me, all the air in my lungs
Would escape me and I would just stop.

Like an old clock, I would stop ticking.

People would still look at me and find me useful,
I'm sentimentally valuable.
But I am never to work properly again,
Eventually, they'll stop looking.

There's always hope.
I hurt so deeply, I hope I wilt.