I was counting The good things about this city The only good thing is you are not here When you're around it Makes it hard to be what I need to be I
This is the soundtrack To saying goodbye We are making out With desperate days So turn the volume up high (You love it) God bless repeat - play nights
I ran through Storm stained city streets Paved with pain To bring these roses to you And with sore throat insecurity You pulled the thorns From my bleeding
I took a shot at the world And I missed (amo te') Traded my bow for a new year's kiss Broken arrows and loveless wrists Tell "J.C." I'm dying in Mass
When your "golden days" are "that was just a phase..." Lose yourself to reminisce Pictures and innocence Try to remember when you felt free and The smiles
I am bleeding through Writing songs for you If I could say what I felt Then I would draw for you I'm just a boy letting go of his heart Because the days
Dear eastern prom I know what's wrong... But it's suicide eyes That wrote this song For all I'm worth Writer's block is a bitch Words falling like bricks
I've never seen to many stars (And I'm never gonna see them again) I've never known such perfection (And I'm never gonna know it again) I've never felt
Everyone I ever loved Went down in history... The blue eyes came The brown eyes left... And the rest is misery Dreams are trash On the side of the road
you always break on me? I set the alarm to remind myself That I spent the day by myself This is my story - love... Day one to now... Background music
Whatever this becomes, Whatever words I say, we are the fortunate ones, And when the days are done I won't forget. All I see in you and me, is a light
break on me? I set the alarm to remind myself That I spent the day by myself This is my story - love... Day one to now... Background music to a
