He might not ever get the best of her
She might never ever get the best of him
The phrase "hope floats" is like kicks to the shins

Hot, cold, rain or shine...
thats the weather and how the world spins

Bend, fold,try to intertwine...
live's together, cant tell begginings from ends

In and out
Up and down
Left, right, all around
They both start to recognize the sound

The onset of rot to rotten, remembered.. But forgotten
Like a drop of water to cotton, its absorbed, but drips keep droppin'

Heavily involved the situation had snowballed
As it dreadfully disolved, both wish the other still called

Nobody's fault, no reason to set the bar higher in life's pole vault
Tried stalling longer after already being stalled...
Its too late to light up these darkening halls

-J.A.M