the clock is ticking; endless
(time is still the same)
my mind has wandered; restless
(you still keep me wide awake)

I love you more,
much more than before.
I don't care if we're rich, I don't care if we're poor.
If we had no bed I'd be fine on the floor
When I'm with you I need nothing more.
I love you more,
much more than the rain.
I love how you touch, and I love what you say.
And if you asked me, I'd say yes right away,
I'd go with you no matter the place.
I love you more,
much more than the moon.
I'd run with you fast, not a moment to lose.
And if we got lost, I'd be happy, it's true
I don't care where we are, as long as there's you.
I love you more,
much more than before.
We don't have to be rich, it's okay if we're poor.
If we had no ceiling, walls or a floor,
It wouldn't matter too much.
I still love you more.

when the trees stop their growing
and the seas rest their waves
the wind will stop it's moving
but i'll still never age
the clouds will cease their rolling
the gods suspend their reigns
the world will stop it's turning
and i'll still never age
the bruises stop their pounding
the cuts no longer sting
your voice fades it's resounding
and i still haven't aged
the ticking heals the wounding
time will let me be
in your eyes i see you yearning
but the catalyst is me
the sun will stop it's shining
the moon will dull to dust
truth embarks a journey
to find that love is merely lust
and deep within the crowd
you'll hear my caustic voice
warning you to stay away
love is but a choice
and when lovers have died
and shields are all the rage
i will linger on
because i have never aged

Faded and clumsy she stumbles, walking down the path of her past.
Crazy and stupid and jumbled, she follows without looking back.
Tossing and turning, revolting; avoiding the mess she has made.
Falling and failing and jolting, she trips on her old mistakes.
Quiet with reluctance she chooses to run with the ghost in her head.
Vastly and quickly she loses; the love inside of her... dead.
Broken and jaded she's worse, changed by the substance she takes.
Ignoring that one that it hurts, she trips on her own mistakes.
Lost and lonely she's crying, scared of forgetting the way.
Learning to pray (she's trying), insistent to start a new day.
Stronger and stronger, she's better; the love she had lost will stay.
She is as she was when he met her, she quits all her old mistakes.


Recurring the wrong, she's going, peering down the path of her past.
He kisses her, fearing and knowing, she will leave and never come back.
He sits in the dark beside her, bargaining for her to awake...
But No One is listening to heal her.
She lost to her own mistakes.

Lead me far from where I came.
I want to leave behind my pain, taking directions from the rain.
Lead me straight to where you are.
I try to go, but I can't get far taking directions from the stars.
Lead me to the sound I knew.
I want to dance my song for you, taking directions from the blues.
Lead me to the darkest night.
I want to know that I can fight, taking directions from the light.

Lead me back from where I'm from.
I know I'll get there while looking up, taking directions from the sun.

Save him, she thought; She felt him slipping through the cracks.
You can be all his reasons without questions asked.
You can pull him together and make the rest the past.
Save him, he's slipping through the cracks.
Love him, he'll feel it when he's sane.
You can be the excuses and carry all the blame.
You can bear the burden that engulfs his raging brain.
Love him, and maybe he'll stay sane.

Save her, he thought; He felt her slipping through the night.
She loses self control and she forgets what's right.
You can hold her together and make her want to fight.
Save her, she's slipping through the night.
Love her, she'll feel it when she's awake.
You can be her safety when she can't be tamed.
You can mend the affliction her troubled mind has made.
Love her, and maybe she'll awake.

On paper this is bad. I'm possibly the worst you'll ever have. This isn't good. Listen to your friends, you really should. I'm a mess. Politically incorrect in a dress. I'm a fool. And I'm heels over head in like with you. On paper this won't last. You're the type to love and leave her fast. This won't work. Wild and possessive, you're a ****. You're too free. And you're heels over head in like with me.
On paper it says that we are never gonna happen, basically. We're not smart. If we stay together, we'll come apart. "We won't learn," says the crinkled paper.

Well, let it burn.