i keep looking deep, within myself
to find that one word that will make you love me again
but i think that i've only confirmed to myself
that, that one word does not exist
for if it did, you'd be mine and we'd be happy
you're a marvel of nature
how do you sleep at night when the last thing you heard of me
is the sound of my heart breaking
and what about on the bus, with the kiss that killed me
yet made my life so much more beautiful
i swear with all i am
i've never felt lips as soft and comforting as yours
you're a marvel of nature
how do you sleep at night when the last thing you heard of me
is the sound of my heart breaking
notes filled with teenage ramblings of immature love
are all that i have left of you
and it's sad to believe, that dreaming like this
can't bring you to me