I was in the middle of writing
Then you called and we started fighting.
Words on the tip of my pen were flowing with
The unspoken affection my mouth could never speak.
Your blue eyes and smile...God why did you dial my number this late anyway?
You say you're concerned and I just can't understand why I fan the flames that are out to burn and destroy what took so long for us to create together.

Together.

Together we're better than this.
Together we laugh at things normal people find boring, and we listen to the sounds normal people ignore.
Together we go places normal people fear to tread, and we keep each other's heads above the waves.
And here we are, sinking the same ship we built together.

If only the same words that trickle from the tip of my pen late at night would reach my lips
I would be able to tell you I can't think of anyone else I'd rather plan out the perfect crime with,
I can't think of another person I'd rather spend nights building forts and making faces with like we're kids, and
I can't imagine knowing another girl the way I know you.