Buying more books than minutes to read,
It's a marvelous thing indeed.

I to focus on me
and you to focus on you.

The thrill of the chase is dead.

Are you sure this isn't just a phase?*

Are you sure that the pain will ever fade?

My dreamer heart is tied to you, dreamer.
I'll gaze out every window until you walk by.

It's summertime and the weather's fine,
well at least it's supposed to be.
I've got the deepest burn upon my skin,
one that feels like I'm being pinched for every sin.

Though it's early June, we know the sun'll end too soon
and I've got a deep red burn upon my shoulders.
Under the sun there's a reminder of
When I was pushing boulders to get over you.

I was over you before the day was through,
now the color of blood has turned to golden wheat.
Under the sun, my shoulders and skin
have never felt so sweet.

I took the time to burn and heal,
I took the time to peal away any of you.

Bleeding blood,
we bled it all.
Saying things,
we said it all.
Feeling things,
never happened at all.

Why is she the bad guy
because you don't get it?
Why does she feel guilty
for all that you have done?
There's never going to be
a good time to tell you that
we're done.