Is it good enough to say I'm sorry?
Because it hasn't been before
And I have lost trust in the system
That's held me down and will keep me down more.

There's a little bit of anticipation
And even more fear of demise;
I just can't help but be afraid of
The colors in your eyes.

Well the rhetoric stands and I stand accused:
I'm a bit out of practice and I'm a bit too into you.
I have way too much to say and not enough time
But I can't help it, "I'm yours, what's mine?"

They call us hopeless romantics
And sometimes we get lost
In far too general opinions
And far too many far-away thoughts.

First time I saw her she was on a balcony
Like Romeo and Juliet.
I wish I never looked away from the stage
'Cause last time I saw her she was dead.

Now that you know more about me than I do about you,
It's about time for a second glance.
You can just relax and regret and I'll turn your head
Whenever I think I'm something worth seeing.

I'm flawed; there's a few remnants of abuse
And I'm not very good at saying sorry
But I already love you more than you do -
And if that's not enough I'll try even harder
I already feel your pain more than you can
And if you disagree I'll say I lied.
Anything but, "You're yours, I'm mine."