Loud voices in
My head;
Whisperings 'neath
My bed.
The monsters have come out
To play;
Please, let this darkness turn
To day.

I just want to keep you safe in my arms
I can't seem to carry the weight of both of us
and I have been trying to keep my brain happy
but that ****'s broken,
that ****'s broken.

I been meaning to tell you I'm crying,
I just can't seem to make it all go away
and I know it's hard to admit it but this heart's open,
but that ****'s broken
that ****'s broken.

I been trying to live up to your expectations,
the way you make me feel like a tsunami is approaching,
and I'm watching TV hoping my dreams were made like movies,
but that ****'s broken
that ****'s broken.

I stay awake in the night, saying goodbye to my dreams,
and it seems that you don't even notice, but hey-
I'm making the effort for the both of us and this relationship is hurting
So please don't tell me;
that that ****'s broken,
Because I'm hurting
and I'm broken,
but I'm still going,
I'm still going.

I am the work in progress you're dreaming of,
I am the wounded soldier you're leaning on
And
I am the one who will love you into the afterlife
So tonight...
Can you give me your time and just smile
Because it keeps me going
the light behind each whitened teeth is enough of a drug,
and I've been ****** up and broken long before you,
So smile, smile, smile
And don't tell me we are broken,
Because I'm still going...
I'm still going...

And this love of ours will be a story to tell our kids,
About the kiss that completes the afternoon
and the spoon we shared on New Year's Eve.
So don't tell me this love is broken
Because I'm still going
I'm still going.
You...make me want to keep going.

I am a moth chasing a flame,
you're burning me every second-
but there's no second guessing
that I am drawn to you.
I am a moth chasing a flame,
I might crumble to ash and dust,
to nothing but charred remains,
yet I still won't ever change.
I am a moth chasing a flame,
like a desert chasing the rain,
like a cloud chasing a plane,
like a needle chasing a vein.

I am a moth chasing a flame.

Do you ever wonder if stars are lovers wishes,
the thousands and millions of wishes to be together forever,
and a city without stars is a city of lovers that have never seen a day apart.
What if stars are a painting of the different pathways,
two lovers could take?

What if the late night thinking and the dazzling stars,
are telling me that you and I are a mistake?
But what if they're telling me that you were made for me,
the same way stars are made for each other to form constellations?