i believe in permanent strings
rather than stitches that come undone in a week.

I can't escape the past
And it makes me want to die

We used to spend lazy days in bed, listening to the birds wake restless sleepers. The sun would cast shadows over us and in moments like those, I thought I couldn't love you more...
The glory of morning is for fools entangled.

Have it all, lose it all
You ready for more yet?

Waiting for the right person
Is better than getting stuck with the wrong one

Bitterness doesn't suit you
But it does match your eyes

I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to **** your mind