We never was and I don't want to start now
Knowing you are fine is more than enough for me
Please stay behind closed doors,
the safe zone that I know...

I wish you well but i'm not ready to begin,--
I will never be ready...

She called me up and said you want to say hi
I said okay but deep down I didn't
Now it's a week over and I'm in that time,
when I seem to meet you everywhere,
...a familiar face

It's just a time I know it will through
But I do wonder,...
do you still remember me so?  ...

Time has changed,
your endeavours went well
As it has always been,...
And me here,
stay sitting on the fence,
overlooking your grass...

I would of written you a love song.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together L-O-V-E into a comprehensible phrase then I would of written you a love song.
I never could of opened my mouth to sing it for I have no flow… But I would of written it anyway.
I would of written it for you.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together any sentence, any set of words that could explain the way I feel then I would of written you a love song.
Perhaps it would never have been angry or passionate or inspired you to feel anything.
There is a very high chance that it would of never made me feel the way that love songs are generally meant to.
But I would of written it anyway.
I want you to know that I hope that someday someone writes you a love song, and it is not about awkward first kisses on braces or teenage boys with no sense.
I hope that someone writes you a love song and that someone is the someone that I could never be.
The someone you would of never been for me.
Because you can love your best friend in a million ways and one.
But you cannot write a love song for somewhere your love does not belong.
But I want you to know, I would of written you a love song if I knew how, if I could of felt that way then I would of chosen you.
I would of written you a love song.
I would of written it about long brown hair that never changes and blue eyes that stand out like the sea,
I wish I could of written you a love song but you don’t belong to me.
If I could of rearranged the world and chosen each tiny magnificent part then there is not a fragment of you that I would change,
If I could of written you a love song then I would of told you that there’s not a part of you that I would rearrange.
And if I could of…
If I would of…
Written you a love song then it would of been beautiful.
It would of been beautifully strange.
It would of been a hundred things that I’ll never truly know.
Because I would of written you a love song, but I don’t know how.
I hope someone writes you words that bring tears to your eyes.
I hope someone writes you a song and they open their mouth to sing and that melody is sweet.
I think that to anyone else this would all seem quite strange but you will understand these words for everything they mean.
I would of written you a love song.
Instead I wrote you this, because there are a thousand lifetimes and in none of them do we ever make it to a third kiss.

Just a gang, a club, I guess,
Where subjects like war and cheese and mess,
Are passed around the room like a bottle of red.
A platonic marriage but sort of unsaid.
Walk in with a bottle, and a story and a sigh,
And leave with a plan and a slightly slurred 'goodbye!'

When you've cried so much you've that ache in your teeth,
It's ears and cheers and arms to sit 'neath.
To laugh so hard and feel so full of us,
What a gang we are, worth the stupid bus.

We can be each other's heroes, isn't that ****** nice?
To be in love forever, in a messed up paradise.
Yeah we're a gang alright, and a party we can throw,
Just as soon as Christmas ends, or dr who, ya know.

Having you around
is better than making you
a stranger once more.

you and i are fretful, wary fish--
old souls. anxious beings.
sometimes i think that you and i are part of a whole--
the two fish tied together by the rope.

as the song says,

"i wanna ruin our friendship,
we should be lovers instead;
i don't know how to say this,
'cause you're really my dearest friend."

but honestly,
i crave you in the most innocent of ways.

if i could kiss you just once,
simply sleep next to you and be at peace,
that would be more than enough for me.

we made a pact -- at thirty we will get married
just because we can.
but it hurts --
i know it doesn't mean the same to you
as it does to me

i just want to marry you someday
live in a house near the Atlantic
and the rooms will be full of cacti and succulents
the scent of baked goods will waft out from the kitchen
where we will be battling the cats
for space on the table to let the macarons cool --
vanilla bean, rose raspberry, chocolate peppermint

some days, this is all i can think about
and i could never admit that to you