on the film
there’s a story
and its told in black and white
in the writings
there’s a meaning
like when we stay up in the night
and in the winter
we dreamed that we would have our
life in our hands, and we’d be alrightwell now its summer
and you’re flashing me a light
in the middle of the night
i’ve always been running
and i ran into you
and i guess you ran in to me, too
but i’m still running
i don’t know what fromi don’t know where to
but i hope i’ll still have you
when it’s over
when our death is coming true
and if its true
when you say you can’t handle back ‘n’ forthand i’m too
misleading for what its worth
well, i’m sorry
but its a price you’ll have to pay
i never chose to be this way
a different person everyday
sometimes i don’t know what to say
can’t form the words like i could form some softened clay
i keep things in, but i don’t mean to keep them far away
i’m toughening upi’m getting righti love you, and thank
you for the fightsand your uppercut into meand how you
push my face into your kneeand your teethbreaking
sincerityand your hurtful honestyyeah it hurts mebut
what does not kill me makes me strongeri hope you hit
me a while longeri hope you’ll kiss me when i’m
weakwhen i am bleak and incomplete