I could listen, panic and assume
dew painted art from out the window in my room.
your all I think of, everything that I see
Its proof that one day love could set us free
please, I couldn't forgive myself for these, words
and it hurts, but another one's up in your ear
telling you I'm worse, but still we converse.
be sure, before you jump into my arms right quick.
my loving hands could fit to yours and stick.