This is what I do... It pretty much takes up all my time...
I
I know that things are broken,
And I know that there are too many words left un-said.
You say you have spoken,
Like the coward I am, I hang my head.
You can't care less about my head on your chest,
And don't even look at me looking my best.
And all these things I can't describe,
You would rather I didn't try.
For they told me love was a fortress,
I had never put it to the test.
And all the while I relied on dishonesty,
Well in love, we are but amateurs at best.
You lean in for your last kiss,
And who in this world could ask me to resist.
Your hands cold as they find my neck,
This love that i've found... I detest.That ones for you.
