She's an American beauty. I'm an American ******.
My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream.
You are my sunrise. Even in the middle of the night.
My stomach screams just when I look at you.
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
I think I want you more than want. And no I need you more than need
I only wanna be with you.

For you I'd bleed myself dry, For you I'd bleed myself dry.
Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things.

I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything.

when you look at your day and see that you did things right
and you're still smiling, even after midnight
when you can step on the monsters as you walk out the door
these are the nights that I live for
when the stars are out and you can sleep
because you're not afraid of your dreams
when every piece of yourself isn't at war
these are the nights that I live for
when the scars you feel are barely there
you can end the night with a prayer
for tomorrow to be like the day before
these are the nights that I live for
when you can stay up talking to someone you haven't seen in ages
and you're still inspired to write pages and pages
when everything is forgotten on the floor
oh these are the nights that I live for

I turn my heart
upside-down
for you,
shaking it
out and allowing
the contents to
clatter
to the ground
where they remain,
lain out around
your feet
because you have
no need
for the little pieces
of me
and so I stay

incomplete.